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crushedbyhyperbole · 5 years ago

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Disco Ball Diva

A/N: For @buckyshelves Merry Christmas, I hope you enjoy this and have a great festive holiday

To @bucky-smiles for organising this secret Santa gift exchange, you’re awesome and so, so kind

Also... thank you to my friend Haz who beta read this for me. You are always so supportive of my writing and I love you

Summary: You’re inappropriate, sassy, have snazzy powers, and now you’re an Avenger-in-training. Not everyone appreciates your blasé attitude, and when a surveillance mission goes south you’re thrown together with one hot brooding super soldier. It doesn’t help that you can’t stop ogling his bum.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader w/ powers

Word Count: 7k. I actually feel bad that it’s so long.

Warnings: Violence, gun violence, Bucky kills people, mentions of blood and injury, bad language (which is a given for me), some sexual tension (light) but mostly just reader is an asshat XD

The Avengers compound is not like you imagined it. Or maybe it is but you haven’t found any of the secret stuff yet. Hidden jet hangers under the basketball court, labs in the basement, glass cases full of superhero suits. Wait. That’s the freakin’ X-Men.

Still, it’s nothing like you hoped. The conference rooms are boring, obviously, because meetings are the epitome of dull. The communal lounge and kitchen are both boring; there’s no espresso machine that doubles as a drone, no fridge that transforms into sentry bot, there isn’t even a SodaStream. Yawn! You don’t even need to see the fitness suite to know that it’s not a place you want to visit, and you’re not allowed below the ground floor yet. Talk about not trusting the noob.

Your room is a vision of extreme lacklustre, but you only moved in yesterday, so, no redecorating just yet, save for the peace lily your brother gave you.

Congrats on your new job and home by the way, here’s a half-dead plant I had but couldn’t be bothered to look after. Now it’s yours. Enjoy!

Your super power is definitely not green thumbs, nurturing life, healing, or anything even a tiny bit supportive. You can’t fly, don’t have super strength, speed, or a crazy-good aim. There’s not a green rage-monster just below the surface waiting to erupt and smash things. Well, if someone steals your cookies you might have to choke a bitch but hey, rainbows are cool, right? Super distracting, like oh hey, what’s all this shiny shit flashing around? Oh dayum, I totally didn’t see that badass super warrior coming to kick my ass.

You swallow hard. The small conference room feels like an interrogation room despite the polished wood table and plush leather chairs. Of four sets of eyes that are currently watching you, only one pair is encouraging.

Tony Stark. The guy who recruited you. Took you from a life of selling hotdogs on street corners in the City and apartment sharing with a crazy cat lady called Angie who you found on Craigslist. You had nothing against crazy cat ladies, per se, but you would prefer it if the pissy smell was optional. Angie had opted in, hence why you jumped at the chance to opt out. Ugh.

“Rainbows?” The scowly but buff brunette with the dreamy blue eyes and robotic arm, scoffs mockingly. “You project rainbows?”

The equally buff blonde who you suspect might be Captain America (or maybe his stunt double) snickers, his head lowered to hide his amusement. Does Captain America have a stunt double, for like, TV appearances and meetings with officials, and stuff? You’ll ask later. Right now, you’re annoyed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, fist-of-victory!” You snap your fingers like the queen you are. “Am I too snazzy for you? Do my rainbows ruin the whole Neanderthal vibe you got going on there?”

Loud snorts and chuckles pull you back. The redheaded vixen you know already as Black Widow is pinching her nose to stifle her laughter, and Tony is looking to the heavens in askance but emotional stability is not forthcoming.

“Wow.” The brunette says flatly.

“Fist of victory.” Tony ponders, eyes twinkling. “I like that.” He levels an amused gaze at you, rolling his next words around in his mouth. “Manchurian candidate is a little out-dated, wouldn’t you say, Barnes? Ready for an upgrade?”

Oh shit! Your eyes get big. The brunette is none other than the infamous Winter Soldier. You should have known by the arm. Show no weakness! Your brain screams.

“What’s the official title for that skill, you have?” Steve Rogers has gotten his face to cooperate, now there’s no trace of a smirk. “Light manipulation?”

“Walking disco ball.” You put on the light show again, manipulating the effects so the lights are dancing across the, now stormy grey, eyes of one Sergeant Barnes.

“It’s definitely distracting.” Natasha says objectively. “Could be useful.”

“See! That’s what I said!” You punch the air, sending the lights into a frenzy.

“I have a theory.” Tony is playing his cards close to his chest still. “That’s why y/n is here. She’s agreed to work with us, and at the very least she can be a supportive member of the team.”

“Team, frickin’, playahhh!” You holler, earning a concerned look from Rogers and a downright obnoxious groan from Barnes. “What? What you complaining at? You fucking love me already!”

The truth was that you didn’t know how your ability worked. You could feel it when you did your thang, like the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end and the air in your hand felt stiff and substantial.

Better not talk about hands full of substantial stiff things around grandad Tony, he might kick the bucket.

You could manipulate the amount of reflections in your light show by making the air heavier, make them move, dance, even adjust the size of them a little. Agreeing to work with The Avengers had been a no brainer; you get paid, get a place to stay that isn’t full of the stench of sadness and cat piss, and you get to find out more about your ability. Win, win, win.

+++ A couple of weeks later +++

“You really expect me to take Rainbow Brite on this mission?” Barnes has his arms crossed across his chest, refusal crinkling his brown and pursing his lips into a thin line. The guy looks hot in tac gear. One bicep straining against the material, the other is obviously free and oh-so-fucking-awesome. Thighs tight under those black tac pants, thigh holster accenting the flex of muscle as he shifts his weight. Wait-what!?

“Wait a fucking minute!” You squawk. “Rainbow Brite? Oh, hell no!” You march up to him, similarly decked out in black gear that makes you look like some tiny recruit in ill-fitting body armour instead of badass like him.

There’s a smirk on his perfect mouth now, dusky pink lips lop-sided with amusement, and the twinkle in his eyes is more than a little alluring. What the fuck?

“Huh.” You stop your tirade, blinking, baffled. He’s playing with you. Trying to get you pissed so you’ll refuse to go, or maybe he wants you to go so you’ll make a fool of yourself and Tony will see you’re not useful. Too many mind-games already, you don’t have the patience for this shit, so you go with an insult instead. “If I’m Rainbow fucking Brite then that makes you Twink. Dink!”

“Well, he does epitomise my sparkling personality.” Sardonic, deadpan. It’s classic brooding Barnes and you’re almost proud that he got an 80’s pop culture reference. Almost.

“And they did rename him Mr fucking Glitters back in 2014.” You pout, adopting his stance, arms crossed.

“Perfect!” Tony pops m&ms into his mouth, turning away dismissively. “Rainbow Brite and Mr Glitters it is. Head to the carpool, there’s a vehicle waiting for you both.”

There was no getting away from this mission. You’d grumbled, griped, whined, and begged Tony to send you with anyone but Broody Barnes but the Iron Man was true to his alter ego, he did not budge.

You are about to take a few pot shots at him in the insults department when Barnes’s voice comes over the earpiece you have already been fitted with.

“Earth to disco ball. Get in the damn car already.”

“It’s disco diva to you, giant cocksicle.”

He laughs at that and is still grinning when you slide into the passenger seat beside him.

“You’ve got some mouth on you, kid.” Was that acceptance? Admiration? Whatever it was it looked good on him.

“Yeah, you know you want my mouth.” It sounded better in your head but now that it’s out it can’t be taken back. Barnes looks a little frowny but at least he’s got nothing to say so you can quietly die in peace.

Can someone cringe so much they die? You might find out.

The mission is surveillance. Low-key observations of a facility out in Nova Scotia that makes products for iGoddess, a beauty company owned and run by Gabrielle Porter, the niece of one Alexander Pearce, crime syndicate king-pin and scumbag extraordinaire.

You know the company; you buy their stuff. Well, you do now you can afford it and it’s not wasted under the scent of cat urine and bleach. How can a company so devoted to making women feel special and empowered be mixed up with drugs, weapons and human trafficking? Fucking bullshit, that’s what it is.

Bucky had ditched the car in the parking lot of a lake-side leisure and visitors centre about fifteen miles away, and with gaudy waterproof outerwear over your tac gear, you had begun the hike that would set you smack-bang in the middle of nowhere good. Posing as hikers had been Tony’s brief but you’re cold and bored, and your body aches from being on the solid ground.

You’re both lay just behind the crest of a hill a little way away from your target building. Bucky mutters his observations into his comms as you look through your own binoculars trying to see what he’s looking at. He’s talking guard numbers and movements, the weapons they carry, security features and people entering or leaving the facility. It’s no use, you’re not cut out for this. Surveillance is soul destroying. You’d rather be interred in Tony’s kitchen, at least there’s coffee there.

Not even an hour in and you’re itching to get up and move around. The hike had gotten your blood pumping but now you’re going stir-crazy, joints tingling with the need for motion.

Boring. Boring. But at least you can entertain yourself. Where there’s light there’s beauty and you tease the air through your gloves, finding that your skin doesn’t need to be bare for you to create the effect. Well whadd’ya know.

“There’s movement.” Bucky warns. “Looks like some of the guards are exiting the compound.”

You snort, they’re probably bored too.

“A Jeep and a couple of motorbikes, moving quickly.”

“Sounds like they’re going home.” You mumble, focused on the lights in your hand.

“They’re headed this way.” He curses. “Grab your- What the HELL are you doing?”

Bucky tackles you to the ground from where you were on your knees almost at the hill’s crest.

“Asshole!” You’re trying to get away from him but he pins you to the ground.

“I’m the asshole?” He complains as he rolls off you, sliding down the hill on his ass, shoving his gear unceremoniously into his backpack. “Mission compromised.”

“What happened?” Tony’s disembodied voice doesn’t sound happy.

“We were spotted.” At the bottom of the hill, Bucky starts picking a path through the rocks and small fissures hidden by the wild grass and heathers. A quick glance back tells him you’re not following; you’re caught.

“Uh, hi, guys.” You chuckle nervously as one of the guards levels an assault rifle at you. “Would you believe we’re winners of a free weekend iGoddess Spa?”

Bucky is livid. If it had just been him, he could have taken them out and escaped, but, no. Tony had to insist that he bring you, show you the ropes, look after you. Babysit you.

He snorts. You don’t need a minder you need to be put in a padded room where you can’t inflict any more of your weird bullshit on him. Fucking rainbows. What kind of skill is that, other than one that gets you caught?

Eight hours ago you were both doing great. There’d been some small-talk in the car, he’d opened up a little and you’d responded. Even on the hike over you’d been great, your filthy mouth was a source of much amusement for him, and you’d listened. His instructions were followed close enough to the letter, and he was happy. Everything was good.

Now it’s all fallen to shit and he’s locked up in a heavy-duty restraint chair that brings back memories of dark places and dark times for him. To his side, you’re slumped forward in a regular wooden chair, cable-ties binding your wrists and ankles to the wood, pulling at your skin, making your hands and feet turn blue. How the hell are you both supposed to get out of this?

He’s watching the movements of your chest that tell him you’re still breathing. The cut on your head has stopped bleeding but you’re drooling blood-tainted saliva down your grey rash-guard. Both of you had been stripped down to your undergarments and checked for hidden weapons. He was the first to be incapacitated as they’d used you as leverage, holding a gun to your head until he complied, stripped, and submitted to the chair. When they’d took away your gear you’d fought and Bucky had seen red; he’d strained against the chair until the butt of a gun to the head had put a stop to that. When he came to you were out cold, beaten and bloody. How hard had you fought?

Your feet and hands are turning purple now. The weight of your body pulling the restraints against your skin is making the plastic ties dig deep, cutting off the circulation.

“Y/n?” Bucky hisses, hoping the noise doesn’t prompt the guards to come back. “Y/n! Wake up!”

The room you’re in looks like an interview room. Two-way mirror, camera in the corner, reinforced door with heavy-duty locks that were strangely not engaged. It’s grey and cold, and the only things in the room are the two chairs and you two. The device Bucky is locked into is bolted into the floor; a permanent feature, like they expected him or maybe Steve. He tests the chair again. It creaks but doesn’t give. He’d have to really put some brute strength into it to break out, and that would create too much noise. He’d wait.

“Y/n!” A little louder now, and you stir.

He keeps talking to you, just bullshit words, what he wants for dinner, what film he’s going to watch when he’s home safe. Anything to help draw you back to consciousness.

“You wana watch a film with me, y/n?” He thought for sure you’d tell him to go fuck himself.

You moan, head lolling as you come back to him.

“Hey! Rainbow Brite!”

“Fuck you.” It’s a whisper but he’ll take it.

“There she is.” He allows himself a relieved smile. “C’mon, sweetheart. I need you to sit up for me. Take the weight off those ties before there’s any permanent damage.”

It takes a few more moments before you can shuffle yourself properly into the chair, then you’re flexing your hands and feet to get the blood moving again.

“Oh-god-it-hurts-so-fucking-bad!” You are practically wailing as the pins and needles sensation in your extremities reaches a peak. The slightest movement now sends a cacophony of intense pain into your limbs.

“It’ll be over soon.” Bucky sooths.

“Why are you being nice to me after I got us caught?” You eye him suspiciously, flapping your hands to rush the blood into your fingers. Rip the band aid off. “Is this some kind of prank? Ohhhhhhh! This is an initiation isn’t it? Oh, I see. Where’s Iron Doosh? Hey! Tony!”

“Would you shut up? This is real. We’re really captured.” Bucky hisses.

“Tony Stank, Skank, Spah-hank.” You sing-song as you struggle against your restraints, examining your bound feet through spread knees. “I hope this is one of the chairs from his good dining set.” You stand, leaning forward and centring your weight above your bent knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Just need to…” You shuffle over to the mirror.

“No, y/n, wait!” Bucky begs. “Don’t break the glass.” His frantic expression says the rest. Your feet are bare and you’ll shred yourself to ribbons.

“What? You’re crazy. Why would I do that?” You chuckle, amused that he’s so worried. “There’s no one in there.” You wink at him. “They’d be in here by now if there were.”

You shuffle a bit more and grunt as you throw yourself backward to the ground. The chair cracks but doesn’t break.

“Fuck!” You struggle some more, grunting and groaning like a butch female tennis player in a grand slam. One of the arms loosens and you fight against the wood until you get your left hand free, then you’re reaching into your hair for a bobby pin to jam into the clasp of the cable tie on your right arm.

Moments later, you’re free and rushing to Bucky who is fighting against his own restraints. There’s sweat beading on his bare chest and his hair is sticking to his forehead. A quick swipe of your hand clears his brow and he stills, watching you as you search the chair for whatever mechanism has him trapped.

“There’s a big red lever at the back.” You muse. “You think it’s an ejector seat?” A cheeky wink. “If I sit in your lap we can both go for a ride.” You don’t have time for giggling and flirtation, but you do it anyway.

“Y/n.” Bucky chastises lightly.

“What? This is every girl’s wet dream. Every, damn, girl.” You mumble as you grip the handle. “And I can’t even enjoy it.”

“Just pull the damn thing already. We don’t have time to mess around.”

“Pity.” You tug the lever and a loud hiss fills the room, pressure releasing from the chair.

Bucky is on his feet and at the door before you make three steps. He’s rubbing his right forearm where the metal clamps had bitten into his flesh, there’s blood there too, long ago dried.

“There’s movement out there.” He has his ear to the door. “I need a weapon, we need our gear, and we need a vehicle.”

“I need some chocolate and bottle of wine.”

“What?”

“Are we not making a shopping list?”

Bucky rolls his eyes and grabs your wrist. “C’mon.”

With the door cracked open, Bucky can see movement at the end of the corridor; there’s a security room which is promising for retrieving your gear, but not if you want to avoid being seen.

“Stay behind me.” He pushes you towards his back.

You look down at his bum. “No problem.” You sigh and then you’re moving, your hand on his bare back so you can feel where he’s moving next.

Bucky suddenly shoves you down into a squat, shushing you with a finger held against his lips. The way he moves is like water, smooth and forceful, carrying the momentum of his body towards a lone guard who has paused at the corner by the security room. How he hasn’t seen you is a miracle but the man doesn’t even hear Bucky until the his own knife is slipped from its sheath and into the his temple. There’s no sound, no gurgling, not even much blood. Bucky lowers the body to the floor and cleans the knife on the pants of the dead man.

Looking at him now, you can see why people fear him. His expression is cold, calculating, and focused. It’s necessary, the distance he puts between himself and the act of killing. Even when Bucky was him, there was always a distance; a gap between him and his orders. Now the killing is his choice and he has to live with that, there’s no excuse of mind control now. This is all him.

The security room has one guard inside who is overpowered moments after Bucky opens the door.

Fucking amateurs, you think. Does that room not have cameras that cover the door and surrounding corridors?

Turns out that it does and the reason the guard hadn’t seen you was because he was sexting his girlfriend.

“Sexting?”

“Yeah. Like sex role play and talking dirty over text.” You snort. “Jeez, you’re old.”

“What can I say? You’re broadening my horizons.” He winks then and it’s so out of place in this grim situation that you laugh nervously. “Sounds fun.”

“Well don’t take tips from this guy.” You wave his phone in the air loosely. “He’s fucking terrible at it.”

“What’s bad about it?”

You’re not sure if he means to ask that, he’s busy trying to get outside communication through the phones which seem to be keycode protected and also checking through the security feeds to see if he can find your gear and a way out of this for you both; he’s clearly distracted. At least he’s happy now that he has a pair of handguns and a pair of knives, no weapons for you because you haven’t completed your firearms training yet. But let’s face it, who would arm you anyway? You were a disaster waiting to happen.

“He’s a bit of a wham-bam-thankyou-ma’am kinda guy.” You chuckle. Bucky is going to regret starting you off down this line of conversation. “His poor woman has probably never experienced even mediocre sex with this schmuck if his sext skills are anything to go by.”

“Too eager to bury the bone?” Bucky sounds distant, but he is listening to you as he checks drawers for weapons, keys and anything else that might be useful. God knows your gear was nowhere to be found.

“Check it.” You hop up on the desk near him and scroll through the laughable chat. You feel slightly guilty reading this guy’s private shit but he’s dead so he isn’t going to care. Reading from the chat, you do fake voices. “So she’s like ‘hey baby, you free tonight? I got something for you.’ Peach emoji, cat emoji. And he’s like ‘you off your period? Can we bang?’ I mean, what the fuck dude?”

Bucky is smirking when you look at him. “What did she say?” He straps both thigh holsters to his almost naked body. It’s comical how he’s gearing up from salvaged stuff wearing only a pair of skin-tight spandex shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. Once Bucky is packing (in more ways than one, now) you have to force your eyes elsewhere.

“’Yeah, baby! I missed you so bad. Can’t wait to be in your arms again.’ She just wants lovin’ y’know?” You spoke the line in a soft, breathy voice. Fake, of course.

“And what did he say?” Bucky is checking the monitors one last time before he moves to the door.

“You like a bit of sexting? Huh, Barnes?” You smirk, eying him mischievously. “Living vicariously through the sexting chronicles of Captain Dick-Down over there?”

“Just looking to know what not to do if the opportunity for sexting ever arises.” It’s light-hearted and completely unlike the grumpy Bucky you’re used to. Maybe there was something in the air; sex pollen or something. That’s totally a thing. “C’mon.” He says after a moment, eyes twinkling with mirth, soft lips pulling up to the side in a cute smile. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

It’s comedy gold, the pair of you running the halls of an apparently secret part of the factory, him in his tight little shorts and you in your panties and spandex t-shirt over a sports bra that makes your rack look like a uni-boob. You awkwardly tug your rash-guard down over your ass whenever Bucky is behind you and you’re thankful you didn’t wear a thong though that would be better than skid marks. God, you hoped you’d not shat yourself when they beat you.

You barely encounter anyone until you’re almost at the warehouse; Bucky is so stealthy that even with you hindering him, he only has to subdue one foreman and drag you into a cleaning supply closet once, to avoid a pair of patrolling guards. Not that you’re complaining, being squashed up against an almost naked super soldier gave you endless thrills, even if he was all stiff and awkward about it.

Bucky stalls before the double doors that lead to the warehouse. There’s a heavy plastic strip curtain over the exit too, it’s almost opaque with age and hinders your view of what is beyond the meshed safety-glass of the door’s small windows.

“They know we’re coming.” He whispers to you, mere inches away. “There’s a lot of them out there and I can’t keep you safe if you disobey orders. So, please,” he begs, “please do as I tell you.”

He begs so sweetly, you think, blushing. But you’re not one for passing an opportunity for inappropriate comments.

“I’ll be a good girl, Daddy.” You bat your eyelashes, feigning innocent. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

“Really?” Bucky doesn’t know whether to blush or be annoyed. You never seem to take anything seriously; it’s always a joke, or something you can twist to your amusement. He gets doubly serious. “If you die, it’s on me. You think I haven’t lost enough people over the course of my very long life? You think I want to wash your blood off my skin later tonight? Bury you alongside all the other people lost to some fight or other in the name of SHIELD or the Avengers? I can’t save you if you don’t want to be saved.”

You watch him as he fervently tries to convey the dire nature of your situation, desperate to make you understand that he doesn’t want you to die here, he cares. His eyes are piercing and your heart is a ricocheting bullet in your chest. What if you don’t make it out ok? What if this is it for you? Both of you? Suddenly, you’re acutely aware that Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, Fist of HYDRA come Fist of Victory, has cleared himself a little spot in your fucked-up soul, and is there to stay. You don’t want him to get killed because of you, but there’s nothing you can do, you’re not trained for this, or at all really.

You nod once, not trusting your voice in that moment. You could choke on your words or you could vomit all over yourself. It’s a lottery, so you say nothing.

“Good girl.” He gives your shoulders a reassuring squeeze. “Stay behind me. Be quick, keep low, don’t hesitate, and for Christ’s sake no disco ball.” There’s a small smile tempting the corners of his lips, like he’s saying he forgives you for getting you both into this mess. “Ok, sweetheart, lets go.”

Out in the warehouse there’s a whole host of guards and workers, patrolling and overseeing shipments being loaded into lorries. It look like it’s important, and probably why the majority of the facility is clear of security staff; the merchandise is being moved.

It’s a mad dash, crouching low as you ghost around the edge of the warehouse. The huge rows of stacks are packed full of boxes and crates, further obscuring your movement around the area. Bucky is silent, especially since he’s barefoot; he’s every bit the assassin he’s hyped to be, but you can’t take him seriously padding around almost naked with the top of his crack showing and his junk all jiggly in the front.

A radio crackles to life. Three personel down. Prisoners have escaped. Cameras last caught them headed your way.

They must have found the bodies.

“They’re in here somewhere.” A man says, loud and authoritative. “Search the rows, shoot to kill. They’re not low-life mob goons, they’re Avengers and can’t be allowed to live.”

Well that settles that, you think, gone are the chances of mere bodily harm. It’s death or death.

You watch in awe as Bucky scales a nearby stack to stalk one of the patrolling guards. When his opportunity arises he yanks the man up by the throat, snapping his neck in the process. You can’t help but admire that metal arm, so sleek and powerful. You groan, light and lusty, earning you a concerned look from the owner of said appendage.

Killing that guard has yielded an assault rifle, another knife and another handgun. You’d think Bucky would be too smart to arm you but apparently he’s not. Silently he points to his eye and then to the gun where he shows you how to turn off the safety, puts the gun in your hand and moves behind you to adjust your grip. He aims for you, pressing his chest against your back and you swear you can feel his junk against your ass. Once he’s satisfied that you aren’t going to injure yourself, he’s gone from behind you, crouching low at the end of the row.

He grabs another guard and drags him backward. The struggle is louder than he would have liked, and the man got out a partial shout before his throat was closed forever but Bucky is hopeful that he can thin the numbers down enough to make it possible to get you into a truck and away safely.

Bucky shoves the newest body under the nearest stack and beckons you to him. You both move like a two-carriage train, he’s the engine and you’re the caboose following in his wake. He only leaves you to commit murder but you feel lost when he’s gone, cold even. There’s something alluring about the way he uses his body and your mind drifts to other carnal things.

A hand on your shoulder makes you jump. There’s more of a commotion going on in the warehouse now, not just the sounds of men moving goods and silently searching for two prisoners. There are massive amounts of footfall, boots hitting the concrete at speed; bringing in reinforcements from outside.

Bucky is about to whisper in your ear when the squeal of a megaphone pierces the air; he stills with his lips almost touching your skin before pulling back with a frown.

“Sergeant Barnes?” Bucky knows that voice, he’d heard it for years, worked with it, even obeyed it on occasion. “Save the girl. Turn yourself in.”

You shake your head, panicked, urgent. Don’t leave me, your eyes are saying.

A noise nearby draws Bucky’s attention and he suddenly forces you to the ground under a stack where he slots himself immediately after; the security team are searching for you, stealthily stalking the rows. It’s cramped and dusty, the bottom shelf above you so close you can barely breathe without your back brushing the metal supports. How Bucky fits is beyond you, the man is a beefcake, all bulk and magnificently defined muscle. Thinking of him naked is the only thing that keeps you from succumbing to claustrophobia. Something brushes your hand and you jolt, eyes snapping to meet his. He grasps your hand properly and gives it a reassuring squeeze. In your chest, something gives. Maybe your permafrost heart is thawing, maybe you’re about to have a stroke, maybe you really like him.

When the coast is clear, Bucky pulls you free and you emerge into a different row, one with fewer boxes, one you’ll likely be spotted in. You can just see the massive doorway of the warehouse, double sliding doors like a hangar, several half loaded trucks and maybe forty men with body armour and guns. One guy in the middle is wearing a full-face helmet with a white skull etched across the features.

“Holy shit! Is that Punisher?” You hiss before Bucky can clamp his hand over your mouth, the warning look on his face is stern as he leans in to you.

“Crossbones.” He corrects you, barely audible despite the proximity. You still don’t know who that is but he’s totally not as cool as the Punisher, so it doesn’t matter.

His hand is still over your mouth but there’s no point in struggling, you couldn’t break free of him even if you tried, so you push your tongue out and squirm it against his palm, making him recoil in disgust. Your chuckle is silent and his frown turns to the ghost of a wry smile before his attention is fully back on the man he calls Crossbones.

Bucky is taciturn at the best of times but he’s in full diagnostic mode now, assessing the situation. His eyes flicker around the warehouse from yet another new position. It seems like he’s trying to get you closer to the trucks but you suspect that’s what Crossbones expects. There are more men closer to the trucks too and Bucky has already had to kill another two in the latest relocation. The missing men haven’t gone unnoticed and Crossbones is issuing orders, plugging the gaps so you can’t escape.

“I will find you Barnes.” Crossbone’s voice sounds wet through the megaphone, like he’s salivating with excitement at the prospect of getting his hands on you both again. “If you turn yourself in, maybe I’ll let the girl live.”

Bucky’s eyes are downcast, like he’s actually considering it, but the moment passes and Bucky’s resolve hardens. He drags you away towards the end of the row.

“The end of this row has a direct line of sight to the exit. I need a distraction. Can you do that for me?” He whispers.

You nod, lips set in determination. “One disco ball distraction coming right up.”

“On my mark.”

The fluorescent strip lights overhead create more than enough light for you to use. With your right hand flat against Bucky’s left shoulder blade and your left manipulating the air to create a huge show of dancing lights, you move in tandem. Bucky steps out of hiding, keeping you just behind him with his metal arm, he surges forward squeezing off four shots. The way his arm snaps to aim so quickly is astounding, like he has a targeting chip implanted in his brain. Who knows, maybe he does. Four men fall and remain still. Another three shots, then another two and he’s pulling you into another row at a crouching run to the opposite end as he discards the empty gun and pulls out another. He’s saving the assault rifle for Crossbones.

“Again.” He instructs gruffly. “Can you get their eyes?”

“It’s not an exact science this, you know?” You huff and he seems to know that you’re saying you’ll try your best. Of course you’d try, but you don’t know much about your power, even after the few months you’d been training with the team. If it meant you both got out of this alive, you’d flash your tits at the enemy for Christ’s sake.

You emerge again, him with the gun in his metal hand this time, stepping out with you at his back. This time they are ready for you and they start firing before Bucky gets off his first shots. He makes a dash for a fork-lift with a huge pallet of crates sat at floor level. He shoots his rounds in threes until the 9-round magazine is done. The gun is discarded as you both slide behind the cover of the pallets. Machine guns rattle, pummelling the crates with round after round. Bucky prays the crates don’t contain munitions.

“I make fourteen down. Twenty-two left.” His breathing smooth where your is ragged. You curse yourself for being so unfit that even a tiny bit of stress and exertion leaves you heaving air like a couch potato made to climb stairs. “Crossbones is a problem.”

“What do we do now?”

Bucky has two handguns, four knives and an assault rifle, you have one gun and your rainbows. This isn’t going to go well, you think.

“You’re going to hide over there and watch the rear.” He points to your left.

You smirk. Now isn’t’ the time for joking.

“I’m going to thin the crowd some more and, if I can, take Crossbones out.” He looks determined but ridiculous in his underpants, dusted with dirt and debris from the floor that’s stuck to the slightest bit of moisture on his skin. “This might not work. Run to the left, hide in the stacks again, stay down and don’t expose yourself.”

You nod and he readies himself to break cover. The shooting has stopped now and it sounds like the guards are changing positions again. His muscles clench, coiling ready to spring.

“Wait!” You stop him with a hand on his arm, the metal is unnervingly cool. Tension builds. “I wanna fuck you until you pass out.”

“Ummmm.” Bucky blinks, eyebrows raised in surprise but he’s smiling. “You’re serious?”

“Yeah, well, no, but, uhhhh.” You splutter, this hadn’t gone well at all. “I couldn’t let you go without telling you, you know, what Captain Dick Down said to his girl. You asked, for future reference, and all.”

“Oh. Right.” He frowns, turning away again. “Move when I do.” He orders stiffly, preparing to move.

Well, shit!

“Bucky, wait.” Your voice is softer this time, tears prickling your eyes. There’s a chance that neither of you will make it through this and it’s suddenly hit you that there’s something missing.

“What now?” He grumbles, turning to find you closer than he expected.

You surge forward, cupping his jaw in your hands as you capture his lips in a kiss that’s both urgent and needy. You don’t care if he doesn’t respond, you need to feel this before it’s too late. All this tension between you, the jibes and snarky banter, it’s unresolved and sexual in nature. You want him, and if this is all you can have then so be it. One stolen moment before it all slips through your fingers, and you both go to your graves.

You’re already pulling back when he snaps back to attention, quickly pulling you back for another kiss. His tongue delicately touches between the seal of your lips and you sigh with longing.

“You ready?” You pull away but he’s still clearing his head, trying to focus again.

On your feet you’re running out, pumping your legs as fast as you can, heading to the wrong place. Machine guns stutter to life and Bucky is on your heels a second later, fear contorting his features as he scoops you up in his metal arm and returns fire almost blindly. He’s shielding your body with his own and yips like a wounded pup when the bullets find him.

On your knees beneath the curved shield of his back you see the enemy are far closer than you thought. Everything in you yelled stop and you felt the pressure rise through your body and out, cascading off you like a roiling storm.

The bullets stop but the guns are still firing, muffled by the thickness of the air. Despite the pain in his lower back and hip, he turns to see what’s happening. Bullets sluggishly pushing through the air like flies in syrup, all but stopped and slightly redirected on a path that will take them away from a central focal point that is you. You’re doing this, shielding you both as if by some miracle, your power not only refracting the light causing rainbows but acting like a forcefield.

“As much as I have to break up this little party, I really can’t have you killing my friends.” The voice of Tony Stark is heard a second before the Iron Man himself and several of his Iron Legion appear and shoot each and every remaining guard with a taser disc, stunning them into unconsciousness.

Crossbones is a different matter and is somehow resistant to the zapping he just got. He levels a grenade launcher at the stacks near where you and Bucky are crouched and fires. No air shield will save you from all of that falling metal, but Bucky is still fast despite his wounds. There’s blood running down his leg in rivulets as he pulls you to safety, and shields you instinctively with his body once more while the sound of explosions and grinding metal fill the air.

“I did not know I could do that.” You praise yourself.

“I still got shot.”

“It’s just a flesh wound.” You snort. “Walk it off.”

“You’re a real ray of sunshine, you know that?”

“I must be something special if you took one in the ass for me.” You wink. “I hope it heals puckered, then you’ll have two rusty bullet holes.”

“STARK!” He shouts but pulls you closer to him. “Evac for one. She’s walking hom-owwww!” You pinch the skin on the inside of his thigh viciously enough that he shoves you out of his embrace.

You both stay close on the Quinjet home. Bucky had been confused as to how Stark had known to mount a rescue mission but when you produced Captain Dick Down’s phone from your uni-boob bra it all became apparent. All of the comms in the facility had been locked down but that was a personal device, one that probably wasn’t allowed to be carried. Good old Captain Dick Down.

The facility had been put to a far worse use than drugs and weapons trafficking. iGoddess was a front for human trafficking and also human experimentation. The restraint chair they had strapped Bucky into had been used to restrain test subjects; Alexander Pearce was trying to replicate the super serum that made Steve and Bucky what they were.

“So, this was a win for us.” Steve said in the debrief. “Our intel was lacking but it worked out in the end.”

“Says you who didn’t get shot in the ass cheek.” Bucky grumbled, shifting cautiously on the Mr Glitters cushion you’d given him as a joke.

“I got to see some wonderful scenery,” you grin brilliantly, “so I’m not complaining.”

There had been no further discussion about the kiss you and Bucky had shared when you thought you might die in that place, but that’s ok. Your daily thrills are made up of making him squirm, and since you two had become closer since your ordeal, you have had several of moments like those. There’s plenty of time and you’re prepared to play the long game, starting with your newest idea. You pull out your phone and casually write a text while Steve is rambling on about seized research and assets.

[I’m so turned on right now].

Bonus add-on for this work: Captain Dick Down - External link to AO3

Because apparently 7k words wasn’t enough and I just had to try my hand at a little text chat/social media piece. It’s more of an embellishment. Enjoy

And if you liked this story, why not try Good Ole Stuffing, a smutty follow on for the same reader/character.

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bookenders · 6 years ago

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11/11/11 Tag Game: Round... uh... 5, 6, & 7?

I got tagged by a bunch of people ( @quilloftheclouds is this how your 77 question one felt??) so here are a bunch of answers! I think this is the most I’ve ever talked about myself in my life.

Good gracious, you’re all so nice and have such good questions.

Tagged by: @surroundedbypearls, @waterfallwritings, @bigmoodword, @sundaynightnovels

Rules: answer 11 questions, tag 11 people, give them 11 new questions!

[I’ve done this enough to be able to break the tag rules. Fight me.]

44 questions and answers below the cut!

But I’ll be nice and put my questions right here:

What would you do for a Klondike bar?

When do you title your WIPs? It is the first thing you do? The last? Does it come to you during drafting?

How many inside jokes do you put in your WIP(s)?

Your WIP’s antagonist is now The Riddler. How do your OCs handle that?

Do you use sticky notes?

Laptop or desktop?

Your OC is a wrestler. What’s their hype music?

Do you own any craft books/books on writing?

What’s your favorite book cover?

How many unread books do you have sitting around right now? Which are you most excited to maybe get to eventually some time?

How committed are you to your outline(s)?

Bilbo Taggins: Literally anyone, but also @francestroublr, @sahados-shadow, @a-story-im-writing, @bethkerring, @citruschickadee, @bos-ingit

If I’ve tagged you before, you can totally ignore this. In fact, I encourage you to.

From @surroundedbypearls:

What’s your favourite genre to write in and why? Literary fiction! It’s what I learned in university and the one that fits my themes best. Sci-fi is hard, I’m just getting into writing fantasy stuff, I can’t do thrillers, romance is hard for me, and historical is too much work.

Do you think you have a style/voice that you use more often in your writing? When did you develop that style? If you’ve read one of my stories, you know exactly how my writing voice sounds. It doesn’t change too much. I write like I talk, but if I had a lot more gravitas and charisma. Honestly, I’ve always had that kind of style, but it really developed in high school. It’s been getting stronger since then. It’s one of the things I always got comments about from my teachers and fellow workshop writers. “Your voice is so strong!” Yep. It’s mah thang.

Do you play video games? What’s your favourite? YES I DO. It’s hard to pick faves, but I’ve played Dragon Age: Origins too many times.

If you were going to do a WIP crossover, which OCs would be most interesting together? (If you’ve only got one WIP crossover with something else) A crossover between H2H and AOPC? Interesting. I think Mel and Keema would get along the best, Oz would have some fightin’ words for Elder Sanga, and Gemma and Teva would be a force to be reckoned with, my god. Two stubborn nerds who believe totally different things but are also very determined to be very good at what they want to do and love their communities to a fault? Fear them.

Do you prefer to plan WIPs in a document or through handwritten notes? I used to do it by hand but I couldn’t read it because my handwriting is terrible and I kept losing papers. I do it in docs now. Much easier to organize and incredibly legible.

Do you multiple languages exist in your WIP? If so how do you address that in the story? H2H is set in the “real world,” so yep. It hasn’t been addressed too much yet, but I have a way for tackling languages. I’ve written multilingual-ish stories before. I never write phonetically and use hella context clues so the reader knows the gist of what was said if another character doesn’t translate.

What’s your favourite animated film that’s not Disney or Pixar? AN AMERICAN TAIL. All of them. It’s on Netflix go watch it and marvel at the way a kids movie talks about Jewish immigration, poverty, and cultural oppression via mice. As a young Jewish child, this movie was my jam. It’s very dark, though.

Do your real-life surroundings influence your WIP’s settings? Nope! One time I tried to write a story set in the same area where I lived and I couldn’t do it. Too weird. Sometimes I’ll write in an item I see near me, or like, a painting or poster on the wall if I need some set decoration, but that’s about it.

Which OCs would be most likely to break the fourth wall? Oz. Lookin’ at the camera like he’s in The Office.

How do you work out your OCs’ personalities? Hm. I look at the story I’m trying to write and make a protagonist that would have the most interesting experience in that narrative. For H2H, I wanted someone who would be loyal as heck to the people they loved while still being experimental enough to try new things and get into shenanigans. The story called for someone like that, and there she was. Mel came about my thinking of someone who would compliment other characters in the story while still being their own person. If that makes sense. I think of dynamics and interactions with the story world in relation to the theme(s). Most of the time they just happen, though.

Do you prefer worldbuilding or character building? Character building! As much as I like making stories about places, making characters is more fun for me, and more interesting. You should see all the DnD character sheets I have.

From @waterfallwritings:

1. How do you come up with ideas for your WIPs?

At random. Seriously. It’s like my brain has to be running something in the background to function normally, and usually that something is whatever story I happen to be working on. Or I’ll look at a thing and go “huh.” My brain also likes to twist normal things to be a little bit different.

2. How do you get past gaps in the plot?

No idea, man. It’s like throwing spaghetti at a wall. I like to work backwards. If this is what I want to happen, what needs to happen before that to ensure that it occurs? I look at all the elements currently in the story and see if one can be manipulated to fill in the hole.

3. What motivates you to keep writing?

If I don’t, my brain gets all constipated and angry until I write something down. Like, seriously, I get grumpy and frustrated like I’m hangry or something. Aside from physical need, I love writing. I love word puzzles and feelings puzzles and figuring them out. Sometimes I think of how my stories could help someone, or make them feel something that they enjoy.

4. Do you do any other kind of creative writing?

Oh, man, I’ve done it all. Screenwriting, playwriting, poetry, video game-ish writing, interactive storytelling, short stories, flash fiction, proposals, essays, DnD campaigns, monologues... You name it, I’ve probably tried it. I tend to stick to prose and poetry these days.

5. Do you have any other creative hobbies besides writing?

I’ve gotten into graphic design a little bit. I kind of wanna learn how to knit again. I’m not really very crafty.

6. What do you do when you’re stuck on a scene and don’t know how to get it out / write it?

Write a different scene, stare at the screen in frustration until I give up and go to sleep, meditate for a few minutes, go do something else to get my mind off of it, clean, work on a different project.

7. How do you decide how to end your WIP?

I mean, see the next question for part of my answer. How did I decide to end H2H? My friend, that’s a big ‘ole spoiler. But I decided to end it at a place where everything, and everyone, comes together.

8. When in the process of writing do you decide how its going to end? Or do you kind of just wait til you get there?

Right at the beginning. If I don’t know where it’ll end, I have a hard time writing the arc. I work backwards: start with the idea, then think of where I want it to end up, then work back to the beginning until I know where its going, then start writing.

9. Why did you decide to join writeblr?

My reasons are pretty personal, but the least personal is that I needed some accountability and motivation. And I missed being in a good writing community.

10. What’s your favourite food?

Pasta! I’m eating spaghetti right now.

11. If you had to kill off a character in your WIP, who would it be and why?

Oz would be the most tragic. Treena would be the most logical.

From @bigmoodword:

1. using one sentence summaries, can you tell me about your wips?

Nerdy potion woman meets cute odd stranger who helps her solve magic mysteries in their quirky small town.

2. what inspired them?

I saw a zine accepting submissions for magic stories, then an open call for queer shifter stories, and thought “what if wholesome magical lesbians?”

3. which of your ocs do you most identify with?

Gemma!

4. if you’ve ever cried while reading, which book cued the waterworks?

THE SONG OF ACHILLES. My God, my soul was weeping. Honestly, it still is. Doesn’t matter that I knew the story from the Iliad. Madeline Miller is a feelings wizard.

5. how do you conduct research for your wips and what’s the most interesting thing you’ve discovered in said research?

On an as-needed basis. I used to do way too much research to avoid actually writing the damn thing, so now I only do it when I actually run into a problem that can be solved by Google.

6. thus far, which scene has been the most difficult to write?

The ones that aren’t hugely emotional. Which is... unfortunate.

7. which of your ocs do you like the least?

Rude. On a personal level, Jill. I love her, but I would not be friends with her. We wouldn’t mesh at all.

8. which pov and tense do you prefer to write in?

Third person limited present tense! To the bane of everyone who’s ever edited my work.

9. do you write poetry?

I do! Not often, though.

10. who is your writing role model?

My freakin’ writing professor from college. He is crazy disciplined.

11. if you could give your younger writer self some advice, what would it be?

Hey, you know those people who say your writing is too dark? Yeah, they suck and they’re wrong. They just want kids to live up to their expectations and write happy sunshiny stories about unicorns and dinosaurs having ice cream. And you’re not depressed because you wrote that one sad poem one time and someone asked if you were depressed. What you have is called feelings and they’re very useful for a writer, nay, a human, to have.

From @sundaynightnovels:

Who is your biggest role model? Okay, so I got crap all the time in grade school for never having a role model, and I still don’t have one. The teachers were concerned about me. But my reasoning was, “why should I want to live someone else’s life?” Yeah. They didn’t really know what to do with that...

What are your OCs favorite foods? Sort of answered here!

Which OC is most afraid of the dark? Oz and Mary!

What made you want to start a writing blog/participate in the writeblr community? Answered above!

Did you sleep with a stuffed animal as a kid? Do you still? I did, indeed. I don’t anymore, but I have two that I shuffle around my room when they get in the way. One is a highland cow I got in Scotland (he has a plaid hat), the other is a blue whale I got at the Museum of Natural History in NY.

Do you like donuts? I love donuts. Especially jelly filled ones. Mmm.

Do/would your OCs like donuts? All of my OCs like donuts. I don’t think Mel has ever had a modern one, though.

What is your least favorite food? Cauliflower? I’m the household taste-tester, so there’s been a lot of stuff I don’t like. ( @sundaynightnovels I hate sparkling water, too, you’re not alone!)

What is your ideal writing environment? Comfy seating, a chair with no arms (stupid elbows), alone, plenty of chosen beverage within reach, headphones.

Favorite line from your WIP? So far, it’s this one!

Favorite quote from a book? Oh, man. There are so many. From recent memory, here are a few: “’Give it time,’ she replies. ‘It won’t be a story forever.’“ and “Everyone has heard stories of women like us, and now we will make more of them.” (both from The Ladies Guide to Petticoats and Piracy) “When he smiled, the skin at the corners of his eyes crinkled like a leaf held to flame.” and “I lean forward and our lips land clumsily on each other. They are like the fat bodies of bees, soft and round and giddy with pollen.” (I could write a goddamn essay about the imagery in this scene.) (It is quite possibly my favorite description of a kiss ever. And the metaphor extends through the rest of the scene so artfully ugh.) (both from The Song of Achilles) “The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head.” (from The Things They Carried)

#11/11/11 tag #about me #tag game #writer tag #oh my god so many questions #fun stuff below the cut #forgive my terrible jokes I am tired #writeblr #how I write #I guess #rec #book rec

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microphone-invasion · 2 years ago

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Chapter 9: The Final Battle pt.5

Garcello: I’ll take a Pikachu!

Chad: I call dibs on Charizard!

Soul Keith: BUT I ALREADY CAUGHT HIM!

Chad: Sorry bud! NOT! Once you call dibs, you can’t get it.

Soul Keith: Too bad. -Catches his charizard back along with everything elts-

Chad: DUDE- I DIDN’T OPEN MY POKÉBALL-

Soul Keith: I do not care.

Moisty: Can I get Lucario?

Edison: Huh, Moisty, you just called the name of an old friend of mine.

Moisty: Lucario used to be your friend?

Edison: Yep, in fact, he’s right here.

Narrator: Then, Lucario appeared in front of Edison.

Lucario: Hey Edison! Who’s this?

Soul Keith: Yo, Keith! You okay? You've been quiet for a while.

Garcello: He’s frozen. Time stops, REMEMBER?

Soul Keith: I’ll get him back.

Narrator: Then, Soul Keith Disappears and reappears with Keith.

Lucario: Edison, who are these?

Soul Keith: BOOM.

Edison: Well Lucario, these people are from the universe that they don’t know me.

Lucario: So these are the people you talked about… Well Edison, what brings you here?

Edison: You see, it’s a long story, there’s a universe that’s in trouble by the Imitator.

Lucario: Wait… Hold on, THE IMITATOR'S BACK!?

Edison: Heh, yeah….

Chad: Time unfroze?

Lucario: Yes. Why?

Edison: Oh god….

Lucario: What?

Edison: Imitators unfrozen and about to conquer a universe, no big deal.

Lucario: Oh no.

Edison: Don’t worry, I can stop time there even though I’m here, only for 6 hours.

Narrator: Then time froze on the FNF universe for 6 hours.

Garcello: Hi Lucario!

Lucario: Who’s this?

Edison: That’s Garcello, Keith’s dad.

Lucario: Garcello, huh? He seems like a nice man.

Edison: Yep, he is, and we need help to defeat the Imitator, so here’s a brief introduction: Chad, Moisty, Garcello, Soul Keith, and Keith.

Lucario: Who the heck is Moisty? Although, it kinda sounds familiar.

Edison: That inkling over there who’s disguised as a human who’s actually a demon.

Moisty: Hallo!

Lucario: She’s a demon. No way.

Edison: Just, believe everything I say, because none of this will make sense.

Moisty: I can reveal it if you want me to, Lucario!

Lucario: Sure. Go ahead. I mean- I have nothing better to do.

Narrator: Then Moisty revealed her hidden self and Lucario is not surprised.

Lucario: Huh. Interesting. I never met a demon before.

Edison: Yep, I've seen plenty of worse demons before.

Lucario: That’s because you went to other universes before. So NOW, everyone knows you.

Edison: Heh, that’s how things go.

Chad: LUCE! How’s it going, man?

Lucario: OH-! Hello, Chad. I’m doing fine, what about you?

Chad: Doin’ GREAT! I feel energetic for some reason.

Lucario: And what’s the reason?

Chad: I dunno.

Garcello: How long have you two known each other for?

Edison: Well, from this paper I’m holding, it’s more than 11 years.

Lucario: Still breakin’ the 4th wall?

Chad: Here we go again…

Taki: -GASP- POKÉMON?

Lucario: Do I know you?

Edison: That is Taki, the community treated her as a recolored version of Sarvente from FNF.

Lucario: That universe?

Edison: Yep.

Taki: My outfit came out WAY before Sarvente’s did! And I am NOT a recolored version of Sarv!

Edison: I know, the community called you that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta help, I can give them Aura, and you can teach them The Power Of Aura. We need it to help us.

Lucario: I’ll help and I will come along too.

Edison: Ok then. The more people we get, the better chances of us winning.

Narrator: Then Edison gave the group Aura.

Keith: LET’S DO THIS THANG!

Narrator: 3 hours later.

Edison: You guys now mastered The Power Of Aura, now let’s go… Wait, let's do something cool, combining Kamehameha with the Aura Beam.

Chad: What would that look like?

Edison: I don’t know, but let’s find out. Garcello, you’ll shoot it.

Garcello: Okay…?

Narrator: Then Garcello shot a VERY big beam that almost destroyed 50 billion universes! But Edison shielded it before it did any harm.

Edison: Note to self, never do it again.

Garcello: But- You TOLD me, specifically, to shoot it!

Edison: I was testing it, to see what it will do, and now I realize that it was a dumb deiscion.

Garcello: Stay focused on my power next time, ok?

Edison: Alright then, now, who’s ready to give the Imitator a big BAD TIME!

Narrator: Then they got teleported back to the FNF universe; bringing Lucario along in the battle.

Lucario: This place is very unfamiliar. Why was I brung here?

Edison: You’re for the fight, you know yourself very well, you won’t stand to a fight.

Keith: -pulls out a mic and screams into it- HYAAAAAAA–

Edison: -covers Lucario's ears-

Lucario: Why did you do that?

Edison: Keith made a loud noise that will break your eardrums.

Lucario: Ok?

Narrator: Then Black, Tomongus, Taki, Tea, Lucy, and the others also screamed into a mic.

Soul Keith: -Plays Through The Fire And Flames on electric guitar- STILL GOT IT! I DIDN'T THINK I COULD DO THE FASTEST SONG IN THE WORLD BUT, IT LOOKS LIKE I CAN!

Lucario: The fastest song in the world?

Soul Keith: YEP!

Lucario: Wow. I’m not impressed or surprised.

Soul Keith: JUST BATTLE! THE SONG WON'T LAST LONG!

Lucario: Okay?

Narrator: After a long battle, everyone was tired. EXCEPT Keith.

The Imitator: Seems like you’re still alive, huh?

Keith: Yep! Never been so energetic before! I feel like I can do ANYTHING!

Soul Keith: ME? I’VE BEEN DEAD! FOR 19 YEARS!

Keith: He wasn’t talking to you, other me. Plus, you don’t have to scream. It hurts my ears…

Soul Keith: SOUL KEITH! JUST CALL ME THAT!

Narrator: Then Keith grabbed Soul Keith by his chest.

Keith: Alright, fine. Just don’t ruin this moment…

Soul Keith: Fine. Besides, I am you.

Narrator: Keith had let go of his soul self. And then he ran towards the Imitator, slapped him with his mic and finished him off with one of Keith’s special moves.

Soul Keith: Nice.

The Imitator: Bruh, that was like– not even a scratch.

Lucario: I got something for you, Imitator.

The Imitator: Oh, what will you do, blue do–

Narrator: Just then, a blue beam shot the Imitator, injuring him to 40%.

Keith: You’re a lifesaver… Uh– What’s your name?

Edison: That’s Lucario, 1 of my friends.

Lucario: Sup’.

Edison: But, we got a battle to finish.

Keith: Alright! But, I’m gonna need help from you, Lucario.

Lucario: No problemo.

Edison: He’s weakened. This is our chance. Everyone, do everything you can!

Lucario: Alrighty then. Hey Imitator!

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hopeishappinessff · 6 years ago

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 14.1

Hope

The incline was set high and the speed was just right. My breathing was labored and sweat drizzled from my brow, chest, and every other surface of my body. I maintained focus and kept my eyes glued to the small television screen in front of me as an upbeat playlist blasted into my ears. I only had about five minutes left on the machine and with a quick glance at the machine to my left, I could tell that Destani’s time was just about in sync with mine.

There were rumors of some big deal party that had been teetering on the lips of nearly everyone in the ethnic community across campus. The last weekend of Homecoming was quickly creeping upon us, so it seemed the only thing people could talk about these days was partying and getting so high or drunk they couldn’t even remember their names. With my roommate and best friend being the professional socialite that she was, she found out about all the big parties before I even had a chance to remember that it was still Homecoming week.

She’d managed to con me into agreeing to attend the ‘biggest party of the year’ with her Cammie, and Angel later in the night, but first I managed to con her into a nice hour and a half workout before she attempted to over intoxicate my body for the weekend.

“Bitch!” I snapped my eyes away from the small screen and yanked my left earbud out just as a high yellow hand slammed down on the side bar of my treadmill.

“What Destani?” I asked breathlessly as I continued to jog at a moderate speed.

“I been talking to your ass for like five minutes now.” She fussed.

With a huff and a roll of my eyes, I cut my eyes at her and made sure to focus on my footing so I wouldn’t slip right off the machine “Why? You see that I have my earbuds plugged in. And we’re working out… why are you talking to me?”

“I was just tryna see how long your rude ass had left.” She said even more out of breath than me. I couldn’t help but chuckle at her just as my machine neared the last few seconds before it finally began to slow to a complete stop.

“I’m done.” I said triumphantly. I caught a quick glimpse of the screen of her treadmill and I could clearly see that she had a bit more time left on it, but she swiftly pressed the reset button multiple times to end her entire cycle.

“Good,” She muttered as she climbed off the side and snatched down her small towel to dab at her forehead, “You were clearly tryna kill my ass with this forty-five minutes of cardio bullshit.”

I laughed at her expense and plucked my Voss water bottle from the cup holder on the side of my machine “I would do no such thing. I just know we’re not gonna be indulging in anything healthy at all this weekend… so I figured one big bang workout before we get into it would be good.”

She delivered a mischievous smirk my way and draped her towel over her shoulder before grabbing her own water bottle and turning to fall into stride with me as I headed toward the women’s dressing room.

We would often utilize our ‘free’, yet not so subtly rolled into tuition, membership to the on-campus Rec Center and because of our frequent visits, we’d designated specific lockers in the dressing room as our own. The Rec was fairly busy tonight and I figured just about everyone had the exact idea as I by coming for last minute, invigorating workouts before jumping head first into the Homecoming festivities. We maneuvered through the crowds until we finally made it into the dressing room and approached our lockers.

“This night… oooooooooooh this night girl. It’s about to be a fucking movie!” She exclaimed as she pulled her small duffle from the confines of her locker. I could only shake my head at her silly antics as she began to dance about ratchetly.

With our belongings gathered and ready to go, we soon made our way out of the women’s locker room and began a slow, sore journey out into the parking lot to catch the shuttle to our dorm.

“You heard from Cam and Angel today?” She asked. It’d surprise me really, the relationship that she was quickly forming with my two new comrades. Destani was never one to venture too far from her comfort zone when it came to the people in her circle. She was always more of the type to stick to what she knew and she wasn’t much of a fan of change. But the moment I first introduced Cammie and Angel to her and she took to them as though they’d been friends for years, I sat back and quietly observed and made sure to call her out on it the moment I got her alone in our dorm room.

“Cammie texted me before we went to the Rec. She said they wanted to meet up to pick outfits and everything for tonight.”

“Oh okay. I’m lowkey more amped because I know we’ll be the finest thangs in this party. Like if I was into bitches, Cammie or Angel would definitely be the first to get the business… they some bad bitches!” She laughed.

I laughed right along with her and shook my head “I still can’t believe you took to them so well. You remember how long it took you to warm up to Tameka and Nalay when we first met them?”

“I know huh?” She agreed as she continued to giggle like a school girl, “I don’t know man… I just like them I guess. You know sometimes you just get those first-time vibes from people when you first meet them… they’re either good or bad, or you gotta give yourself sometime to figure it out. Well with these hoes, I just felt good vibes from jump… kinda like when I first met you.”

“So at eight and nine years old, you just got this vibe that I was this great person and we would be best friends for life?” I snickered.

“Yes nigga!” She exclaimed loudly with a tone full of merriment, “And your ass and they asses should feel special as hell too! When I first met Meka and Nay, I didn’t feel that at all… they asses both had to grow on me. Hell, Chris too! I swear I ain’t like that nigga when I met him… even at nine years old, I couldn’t ignore the vibe of pure evil I got from his crazy ass!”

We cackled loudly as we made our way onto the shuttle that’d just arrived and soon we were on our way back to McWhorter Hall.

–

Once we arrived and made our way up to our room, we both took turns hopping in the shower and packing up overnight bags full of clothing options and Destani’s makeup. I’d been texting Cammie throughout our journey back to the room and she’d informed me that Angel would be coming to pick us up shortly so that we could head to their off-campus apartment to prepare for the night. For the first time, I was excited to be going to our first big off campus party of the year. We’d been to events on campus and parties at a few on campus apartments, but never had we actually set foot off campus for a night of unwinding and fun.

While Destani was taking her turn in the shower, I quickly dried myself off and got dressed in a pair of hot pink athletic shorts and one of Chris’s t-shirts that I refused to give back because it smelled so strongly of him. As I eased the shirt into place on my shoulders, I couldn’t help but smirk as his intoxicating aroma wafted into my nose. I hadn’t heard from him in a few days and though I should have been a bit more concerned with his whereabouts and his overall wellbeing, I wasn’t. I’d become almost accustomed to Chris’s odd behavior as of late. Was it still completely weird and the thought of it always tucked away in the back of my mind? Sure it was. But I’d gone through my phase of stressing over him already and after fighting to get myself out of that slump, I refused to allow him to drag me right back into it.

I was afraid to push myself onto him anyway, so I knew the best thing for me to do was of course silently remain in his corner to support him and whenever he called, I would make sure to always be there. But I wouldn’t overcrowd him though. He was a big boy… if he wanted me around, he knew exactly how to find me. I was hoping that I would at least be able to cross paths with him sometime in the night, but with the way he’d been acting as of late I almost couldn’t even bring myself to believe that he would set foot outside of his room. He’d been entirely too much of a recluse in the past few weeks to even think about showing face at something as social as a full-on party.

The water from the shower soon shut off and within a few minutes, Destani emerged with her curly tresses soaked and cascading down her back and a huge white towel wrapped snuggle around her small frame.

“Did you pack all my shit up too?” She asked as she moved toward her drawer full of leisure wear.

“Yeah, your bag is all packed on your bed and I just finished with the makeup bag.”

“Tis my darling, is why no matter who we allow into this circle… you will always be mi numero uno!” She exclaimed in passing as she blew a kiss my way. I parted my lips to laugh, but quickly snapped them shut along with my eyes and swung around to face away from her just as she dropped her towel.

“Destani! What are you doing?” I yelped.

“Oh stop being dramatic. It’s just tits and ass… I mean, don’t act like I’ve never seen yours before.” She cackled from behind me.

“You haven’t… what do you mean? But you could have at least warned me.”

“Oh that’s right, I haven’t,” She agreed as she slipped on a snug black t-shirt dress, “Mr. psychotic ass won’t even let another bitch see your naked ass!”

“Whatever Dez, are you dressed? Angel just texted and she says she’s pulling into the parking lot now.”

“Yes darling, the tata’s are up… let’s go!” I turned with only one eye open and took a quick full body glance at her, just to be sure she wasn’t pulling my leg and setting me up to see more skin than I desired to. After we both slipped into a pair of slides, we grabbed our respective bags, grabbed a purse a piece with all necessities including cell phones, then made our way out of the room and out of the building.

–

“This is nice as hell!” Destani squealed as we crossed the threshold into Cammie and Angel’s three-bedroom apartment that was literally about three minutes away from campus.

“Thank you, thank you… you know, we try!” Cammie beamed as she rounded the corner from the extravagant kitchen with two red solo cups in tow. She handed them off to Destani and I and Angel followed her back into the open kitchen to grab her own cup.

“You guys have another roommate?” I asked, taking a quick sip of the potent drink in my hands.

“Yeah… well we did anyway,” Angel said with a smirk and a quick glance at Cammie, “But I think Cam may have scared her off. She ain’t been here in a couple weeks now.”

Cammie giggled as she plopped herself down at a bar stool that lined the bar on the inside of the kitchen and sat her cup down only to replace it with a bottle of fireball. She lined up four shot glasses in front of her and began to evenly distribute the alcohol into each glass.

“It’s not my fault the bitch wasn’t adventurous and open minded. Shit, I thought she knew…” She laughed a bit more and stuck her pierced tongue out as she concentrated on finishing up the shots. I had no clue what her or Angel were referring to, but I shrugged it off and watched as she sat the bottle down and slid one shot glass toward each of us.

“I swear ya’ll are my kinda people. They my kinda people Sy… look at this!” Destani exclaimed, carefully picking up her shot glass and making sure not to spill any as it was filled to the brim, “Turn the fuck up ladies!”

“To a night…” Cammie started, dropping her gaze momentarily to the glass before her with a shake of her head, “That we will enjoy, turn up, and not remember in the mothafuckin morning!” We all picked up our shot glasses simultaneously and cheered loudly as we each leaned in and clanked our glasses together. Without second thought, I raised the cup to my lips and quickly tipped it back into my mouth. It burned like hot fire and I had to refrain from coughing my lungs out after finally swallowing it all, but I didn’t bother to protest against it… I was ready for the night ahead.

………

We were all nearly too tipsy to stand still for the onslaught of selfies that Destani decided to engage in before we left and we seemed to be having such a good time simply snapping pictures in different poses, we almost didn’t make it out the door at all. Cammie was the first to finish getting dressed and she wasted no time rolling up three different blunts to get us through the night. Halfway through Destani applying my full glowing face, the first blunt was rammed right into my face and before I knew it I could barely keep my eyes open let alone walk down three flights of stairs to the car.

“If you trip, I swear… I swear I’ll have no choice but to laugh at your ass!” Destani exclaimed from behind me as we stomped noisily down the steps.

I hadn’t managed to stop giggling since the middle of our smoke session and now the walk down the steps was nothing different… I laughed all the way to the last step on the first floor.

“See, I made it… no tripping over here.” I was proud to bask in my ability to make it down the stairs without falling flat on my face and I glanced back at Destani with a smirk to be sure she had seen my feat. I cracked up even harder the moment I faced her and noticed her eyes glued to the ground in front of her, ensuring that she didn’t step on anything but a flat surface and fall herself.

“While she over there talking shit about you Sy, she barely marching straight in them stilettos.” Angel cackled loudly as she too watched Destani maneuver around to the backseat on her side. Cammie joined in on the laughter and soon, we were all doubled over with laughter right on the car.

“Ya’ll some assholes man, whatever.” Destani said after finally gaining a bit of her composure. We continued to laugh at her expense and before long we started to draw attention in the lively parking lot.

“Ugh, come on ya’ll… if one more nigga toot they horn or “hey lil mama” my ass one more time, Imma throw up!” Cammie fussed as she snatched the passenger side door open and slipped into the car.

We continued our laughter into the car and eventually Angel reversed out of her space and weaved her way through the traffic in the lot. Most of the off-campus student apartments lined one particular road just outside of campus and the biggest party of the year just happened to be centrally located on that road.

It wasn’t hard to tell that we’d made it to the party complex only five minutes later as a flood of cars waited at a standstill on the main road just to get in to park.

“Oh fuck this… what the hell!” Angel exclaimed as she stared out of the front windshield at the traffic jam in front of us.

“Damn, we shoulda just walked to this bitch… look at this mess.” Cammie muttered.

I could hear Destani giggling to my left, but I paid her no mind and assumed that perhaps everything she’d ingested back at the apartment was just coursing through her system.

“Here babe!” She screeched suddenly, leaning forward in her seat with a parking decal in her hand.

“What is this boo?” Angel asked as she peeped over her shoulder at Destani’s hand.

“Tay gave it to me… you know him and a bunch of the basketball and football players are the ones throwing this party. He knew we were coming, so he gave me this extra parking pass ‘cause he said the shit would be packed before ten.” She explained happily.

“Thank fuck for Taylor girl… yes! We in that thang!” Before I knew it, Angel was whipping her car right into the lane of oncoming traffic which also remained at a standstill. She maneuvered the car fearlessly though and zipped into the parking lot and with the help of Destani’s instructions, she finally pulled into the empty space in a car port designated on the decal.

“You seriously need to tell him we owe him for this one Dezzy… that was dope!” Angel beamed with excitement as she shut off the ignition of the car and pulled down her visor to access her mirror. We only spent another few minutes in the car making last minute preparations before finally crawling out into the cool October night. And there we stood, basking in our very own glory as though we were A-list celebrities who’d just arrived at our Hollywood party.

“And the night begins ladies… let the turn up commence!” Destani shouted, reaching back to grab my hand to lead me and the girls into what would become one of the most interesting nights of the year.

Chris

My head bobbed to the dense bass of Yo Gotti’s Down in the DM as I sipped from a blue solo cup filled with henny on ice. From the second I set foot in the party earlier in the night just to help set up, I’d been stuck with at least three girls at my side. Not like I could complain… this was definitely my preferred scene for the night. I’d been cooped in that little ass dorm room for what felt like an eternity and as soon as I heard some of the boys making plans for this lit ass party, I knew I wanted in. I was on the prowl tonight, that was one thing I knew for sure as soon as I set my sights on all the beautiful women in the room… and man, were there a lot of them. I hadn’t seen a single unattractive female since the party had started and it didn’t take long for me to realize that this shit was invite only and clearly the team invited ONLY the baddest… which again, a nigga was not about to complain about.

There was a good chunk of the boys from the team in attendance and a handful of some of the football team there to celebrate a win they’d taken home earlier in the evening during the big Homecoming game. These niggas was dead ass serious about this shit too. Before the party commenced, we held a meeting to go over what needed to be done to make this a successful night that wouldn’t be disrupted in any way. We were split up into different zones of the apartment which belonged to four of the boys. Two niggas in place at the makeshift bar to handle the drinks, two niggas stationed behind the DJ booth to spin and one on the mic, four niggas just outside the door to act as security, and two inside the door to greet incoming guests. A couple things I knew for sure… I wasn’t about to pour nobody’s damn drink, wasn’t about to man the music or entertain the crowd on the mic, and I certainly wasn’t about to write my entire night off by standing outside the party all night while the turn up commenced inside. I almost eagerly volunteered to greet near the door and for one main reason only… I knew Hope was gonna show face at this party.

Taylor had already given me a heads up after confirming with Destani and giving her a decal for reserved parking just outside the building. The moment he handed that over, I knew it was really only a matter of time before babygirl set foot in the party. With damn near all the baddest bitches across the state of Georgia dancing in barely there outfits right there on the dance floor, none of them and I mean not a single one had a damn thing on Hope. I hadn’t heard from or spoken to her in almost a week and though I knew it was a tad fucked up for me to wait to see my girlfriend at a damn party, I hadn’t been more excited about anything else all week. I was so excited to see her, my dick jumped at the thought of her gorgeous face alone.

“It’s a little early don’t you think? The party ain’t even started and you already trying to turn up” Lil Miss thickums in front of me tossed her head full of the fakest and shiniest hair I’d ever seen in my life back and side eyed me with a ‘sexy smirk.’

“My bad ma,” I mumbled, taking yet another sip from my cup before turning my attention back to the door, “You just gotta ignore him… big boy on the prowl tonight and uh… I think he tryna get an early start.”

She burst into a fit of giggles so hard, I had to toss a hand around her waist to keep her from toppling right over onto the floor. She was drunk… wasted even and as she said, the party had barely even started.

With a frown, I discreetly nudged the girl to my side and allowed her to fall limply against her friend to my right. The timing couldn’t have been any better… I could see her glowing smile through the doorway and I swear time damn near stood still as I stared at her perfectly made up face. Not too much and not too little… her natural beauty shined through and it honestly looked like she didn’t even have on an ounce of makeup. She laughed as though she had not a care in the world and I swore I could feel a small pinch of emotion in my chest… she looked happy. I hadn’t been anywhere around her in almost a week, yet she still laughed that big beautiful laugh. It didn’t seem to faze her that we’d barely been speaking lately and the thought alone nearly broke me down right where I stood.

“What’s the matter papi… you look like you need some cheering up.” I hesitantly tore my gaze away from Hope and her friends who were still laughing it up with the ‘bouncers’ and focused instead on the tiny waist, big tit, plump lipped Latina who stood inches away from my face.

“I’m actually good,” I grumbled, pulling her hands down from my chest and planting them firmly back at her sides, “Thanks.”

With a huff, the girl swung around to stomp away from me and I smirked as I kept my eyes glued to her heart shaped ass for two seconds longer.

“Isn’t that your boo?” I heard what sounded like that Cambria girl to my left and I turned just as they all came into view a few feet away from me. My eyes locked on Hope as she turned her gaze to me with a smirk before nibbling on the corner of her bottom lip.

“Yeah…”

She swiftly closed the gap between us and I stared down at her in awe. There she stood, in all her short little glory even with a sky high, sexy pair of heels on her feet.

“Hi.” She spoke quietly, yet just loud enough for me to hear her sultry voice over the music.

“Hey.” I muttered.

“Having fun?” She asked. A laugh flew from my nose and I lifted my gaze for a moment to peer around the packed space before dropping my gaze back to her.

“Lil bit.”

She hummed a nearly inaudible response and glanced over at a droopy eyed, smirking Destani before glancing back at me “Well I’ll just let you get back to that… see you later…” She attempted to turn and mosey off, but my hand was on her hip before she could get even a foot away and I pulled her back until her backside was meshed against my front.

“Nah… stay with me tonight.” The words rolled from my tongue with ease and I admired her big, sapphire eyes as she stared up at me.

“What do you mean… I came here with my friends…” She started but I cut her off with a simple shake of my head.

“So… they can move around or stay right here with you, but I want you with me tonight.”

She stared up at me for a while with the sexiest smirk splayed across her nude lips then she finally dropped her gaze, shrugged, and mumbled a playful and quiet “Okay… daddy” that I still managed to hear clearly. And in that moment, I was sure the tiny dick twitch from earlier had turned into a complete and unmistakable erection.

–

“AYEEEEEE, WHAT A TIME… TO BE ALIVE!” I yelled right into the mic… that’d somehow made its way into my hand. Somewhere within the last two hours roles had been readjusted after the boys unanimously decided that our original MC for the night just wasn’t getting the job done. Little did I know, they’d all decided that MC Breezy would be the best candidate to hop on the mic and keep the crowd going… and when the mic was slipped into my hand, I did just that. I couldn’t even begin to explain what all I had running through my system or how much of it I ingested. All I knew was that I felt like a fucking superstar on the highest cloud and no one could bring me down from that.

I sat perched on the edge of the bar that was wedged between the kitchen and the living room. I had my girl aligned perfectly between my legs, her friends dancing wildly on each side of her, and my niggas dancing just as wild all around them. This was by far the greatest night of my life… the henny and crown in my system told me so!

“I’m feeling good in this mothafucka tonight ya’ll! If you feeling good in this bitch, say hell yeah!” I was so turnt, I really couldn’t even register what the hell I was saying. But when the crowd erupted like a concert hall around me, I figured I had gotten my point across.

“Aye, Breezy. Breezy man!” With my eyes formed into the tiniest slits, I dropped my gaze to Taylor who stood a few feet away from me with Destani glued to his front grinding away like a professional fucking exotic dancer. I hadn’t forgotten about my own little exotic dancer who swiveled her hips strategically between my legs. I had to drop the mic to my side to refrain from moaning right into it as Hope perked her ass right against my dick and dropped it like it was her damn job.

“Breezy dawg!” Taylor shouted once again across from me.

Reluctantly tearing my eyes away from Hopes beautifully sexy body, I eyed him with a face full of annoyance and rolled my eyes “What nigga?”

He chuckled and shook his head as he watched me respond to him right into the mic. I’d forgotten the thing was in my hand and was prepared to have a full conversation with this nigga right over the speaker system.

“Come in the kitchen nigga. They calling us for shots.” He shouted over the blaring music just after reaching forward and plucking the mic from my hand. Hope hadn’t heard a word he’d said and she continued to toot it and boot it on a nigga, which made it so difficult for me to focus on anything but the way her ass bounced to the beat.

“Baby girl,” Cammie intervened from her side with another of my teammates pressed against her lil hood ass, “Come on, we’re about to do a round.”

Hope finally slowed her pace and turned to face me and got damnit if I didn’t wanna snatch her up and drop her ass like it was hot right on my dick, right on that bar. Her eyes were evidently red from the most recent rotation we’d partaken in less than thirty minutes ago. Her long straight blonde tresses were starting to curl back up from the heat in the party and sweat dripped from the edges of her hair. I could also see the trails of sweat cascading down her chest and right into her cleavage, moistening the front of her shirt. She looked like she’d just endured a wild night of fucking and that… turned… me… on.

“Come on baby. Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots!” She chanted as she gripped onto my hands and dragged me down from the countertop. I chuckled, allowing her to hold onto my hands as she turned to face forward and eased her way through the crowd toward the kitchen. Without thought, I swiftly moved up against her ass and dropped our conjoined hands down to her hips.

“All I can think about is how deep I’m bout to be in your perfect ass pussy tonight.” I murmured, my lips pressed right against her right ear. I could feel her body tensing in my grasp, but she giggled and dropped her head back against my shoulder and continued to blindly lead us into the kitchen.

“Don’t Chris… you’re gonna have me dripping right outta my shorts.” She groaned.

“I know you already wet baby,” I said, easing one hand from her waist and up to grope her right breast, “And if you say the word, I won’t hesitate to toss your ass up on one of these counters and lick that pussy dry… with all these people watching.”

Her breath hitched at that moment and she shuddered against me. If I wasn’t mistaken, I would say she’d just busted a nut right where she stood without me touching more than just her breast.

She turned around suddenly and pressed her head against my chest, burying her face in my shirt. She was breathing faster now and her hands were balled up and latched onto the front of my shirt.

I couldn’t help but laugh as I palmed her ass and guided her backwards into the kitchen. Yeah, I was positive lil mama had just had a whole orgasm and I needed to bend her over somewhere soon before I had one of my own.

“Aiight my niggas, ya’ll ready for this round?” Shawn shouted over the music once we’d all made our way into the kitchen and surrounded the wide island in the center of the room.

The boys chanted their approval and soon, a tray full of shots was passed around until each of us nursed a small glass.

“To the livest party of the fucking century, we did the got damn thing my niggas… AYYYYEEEEEEE!” Shawn shouted, quickly clanking his shot glass down against the marble surface of the island. Everyone followed suit and in unison, we downed each and every shot. I’d taken so many damn shots and had so many straight drinks throughout the night, it felt like I was downing a cup of water at this point because somehow my throat had become numb to the potency of the liquor. Hope and the girls had even downed theirs just as quickly and I peered down at her as she kept her face against my chest and grimaced… she hadn’t had enough shots to numb her to the liquor yet.

“Aiight, aiight, aiight… everybody listen up,” Shawn shouted louder, “So, now that we all had a nice lil shot to warm us up… it’s time to get to the real fun in this bitch!”

I found myself joining in on the wave of laughter and watched as he carefully moved all the shot glasses over to the sink and shifted the bottles of alcohol to one side of the large island.

“I think it’s time we had a lil fun with the ladies. Fellas, what ya’ll think? It’s already hot as fuck in here… I’m tryna set the roof on fire!”

Everyone hooted all around me, but at that exact moment I kept quiet. What the fuck did he mean have a lil fun with the ladies?

“Now I know what you thinking… Breezy,” He chuckled as he turned and looked right at me, “This fun is strictly for the ladies. Meaning… not a single nigga in here will be allowed to touch. And that includes you.”

He pointed an incriminating finger my way and I frowned and looked down at Hope who’d raised her amused gaze in his direction to listen to his instructions.

“We just gone play a lil game. That involves shots, and bodies, and ladies… no niggas.” He said.

With further explanation, I quickly figured out that it wasn’t even an actual game with an objective that he’d just described. If anything it sounded like he was just tryna gather as many females, including mine, who would agree to allow other females to take shots from anywhere on their bodies… and I mean, anywhere. I wasn’t fond of the idea of this lil ‘game’ at all and though my ass could barely even see straight enough to comprehend any of this shit, I knew for certain that Sy’Diyah Hope Donsen wouldn’t be participating in it at all.

“Sy, come on… we can go first!” Destani happily snatched away from Taylor and rushed over to Sy, who looked just as damn excited.

“Hell nah. She not doing this shit.” I blurted, staring at Destani like she had two heads.

“Oh shut up, grumpy ass. Live a little… nobody’s gonna be touching her but me. Ya’ll just get to watch.” She said with a smirk and a wink.

“Okay, so how bout she just get to watch too… move along Destani. She’s not doing this.” With an exasperated huff, Dez rolled her eyes and mumbled under her breath. Frankly I didn’t give a shit what she’d just said. I was not about to stand back and watch my girlfriend get licked on by another female, while all these thirsty niggas watched.

“Charlie,” Her voice was soft but still audible over the sound of the commotion around us, “Calm down. It’s not that serious.”

I hadn’t even noticed, but I was getting worked up and I was suddenly starting to feel heat rising in my face. With her soothing words though, it only took a second for me to calm the fuck down and realize it really wasn’t that serious.

“Aiight, so I think we got our first set of contenders. Ladies… let the games begin!” I looked up and watched along with everyone else in the kitchen as Destani hiked herself up onto the flat surface of the island. She wore a huge, beaming grin on her face and it was clear she was having entirely too much fun with the prospect of another bitch taking a random shot off of her.

Within seconds Hope’s new friend Angel stepped forward with her bottom lip tucked in her mouth. She smirked as she gripped a half full shot glass and dragged her eyes over Destani’s frame, contemplating exactly where she wanted to position the shot. With Dez’s cleavage on full display, Angel quickly zoned in on it and I stared in amusement as she too climbed onto the island top and pushed Destani down on her back. She wedged the glass right between her boobs and the crowd erupted immediately.

“Aiight ladies, you got it… make that shit sexy!” Shawn called out over all the loud hoots and hollers.

Angel didn’t waste any time getting right down to business… nor did she even crack a smile. Homegirl looked dead ass as she leaned down and eased her lips around the top of the shot glass. I could clearly tell she’d slid down a bit further so that the skin of her lips would press against the skin of Destani’s boobs and the niggas all around me clapped and cheered eagerly as she pulled back with the glass in her mouth. She tilted her head back and allowed the contents of the glass to drizzle into her mouth. After swallowing the shot and opening her mouth wide to show that the deed had been done, she smiled triumphantly and leaned forward to playfully nuzzle her face right in Destani’s cleavage.

The crowd continued to cheer and clap and laugh and I couldn’t help but laugh my damn self as Destani tossed her head back and cackled loudly.

“Sexy sexy ladies, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about!” Shawn exclaimed, “Okay, now who are my next contenders?” Every pair of eyes in the room roamed around, just waiting to see who would jump to go next. It didn’t even don on me until I spotted every single person in the kitchen staring open mouthed in my direction… that Cammie was easing up in front of Hope. She held an empty shot glass in one hand and a bottle of patron in the other. Her face remained calm and I couldn’t even keep my eyes off her pierced tongue as she swept it out over her bottom lip if I wanted to.

I could feel Hope squirming in my grasp and I peered down at her to see that Cammie had turned her around so that her back was now pressed against my chest. She kept her eyes glued to Hope’s as she eased the glass down between her partially expose cleavage and I had no choice but to keep my eyes on what was happening as my height left me hovering over it all. Popping the cork out of the patron bottle, Cammie started to pour the liquid into the glass until it was full. But she didn’t immediately tilt the bottle away from Hope’s chest though… she continued to pour and watched with the purest lust in her eyes as the alcohol drizzled over the top of Hope’s breasts.

Lord if I hadn’t noticed before, I surely noticed in that moment… my dick was on a solid ten. My hands remained glued to Hope’s hips and I found myself digging my fingers into her flesh as I focused on keeping her ass pressed against my crotch.

“Now that is really what the fuck I’m talking about. Lil mama is about to get it popping in this mothafucka. This is the fun we been looking for fellas!” Shawn yelled over the crowd and I barely even paid attention. My focus was entirely too tied up on what was happening right in front of me and I swore my heart would thud right outta my chest as I watched the spectacle unfold.

Cammie passed the bottle off to Angel who stood at her side, watching just as intently as the niggas in the room. Before I could even fully register what was happening, I felt the girl reach down for my hands and raise them to plant right against the back of her head. She eyed me closely for a moment, willing me to dig my fingers into her thick tresses and grip tight as she dove forward and engulfed the glass between her lips. The crowd, of course, went wild. They hooted, and hollered, and yelled so loud… I was sure it would only be a matter of time before the cops came knocking to shut the show down. With the shot now downed in one gulp, Cammie quickly handed that too off to Angel and she swiftly turned back around to dive in once more… this time swiping her tongue out over the top of Hopes left tit.

She gasped then and tossed her head back against my shoulder. Reflexively, my grip tightened around this girl’s head and she moaned while she formed her lips into a suction and suckled at the top of my girl’s titties. She went back and forth between this action and flicking her tongue out all over Hope’s breasts until every visible drop of patron had been removed from her skin… but she didn’t stop there. With her tongue sticking out, she licked a trail up along Hope’s neck and continued to sensually make her way up until she reached the corner of her mouth.

My eyes were locked on her face the entire time and with the sexiest and most mischievous smirk, she zoned in on me for only a moment before easing forward and capturing my fucking girlfriend’s lips with her own. My eyes bulged and my fingers nearly pulled out clumps of her hair as I continued to hold onto her head… all while she engaged in a slow, dick throbbing, panty wetting, all around life changing make out session with Hope. That triggered him and before I had time to even think about getting myself under control, my brows furrowed deeply with frustration as to why we were all still standing there fully clothed… he wanted to see skin and he wanted to see it immediately.

With a loud groan, I dipped my face into the crook of Hopes neck and whipped out my own pierced tongue to attack her skin. But oh did my mind fight back on this one… never had I ever allowed this, this thing to consume me in the presence of Hope. I was literally terrified, yet turned the fuck on all at the same time as I stood there attempting to suck the blood right out of her neck while this girl kissed her with a fervor in a room full of high and horny niggas. I couldn’t take it… it was all too intense and I could literally feel every nerve in my body tingling with pleasure and I swore I could even feel all my children just knocking at the tip of my dick, begging to be released soon.

I trailed my tongue up along the side of her neck, stopping every once in a while to suck on a few spots until I reached her jawline. Cammie’s hands were gripping her face as she continued to engage in the most lustful and lip smacking kiss with her. Though it was turning me on in a way that I’d never experienced in my life, he was growing more and more impatient with her selfishness and before I knew it, with a handful of Cammie’s hair still entangled in my fingers I snatched her back away from Hope and their lips detached with a loud smack. They both moaned aloud and heaved for air, but Hope didn’t have much longer to get her breath back on track… my left hand was already tangled up in her sweet smelling golden tresses and I’d already turned her head to get it to the perfect angle for me to lean in and catapult my lips onto hers.

She raised her hands to grip at the sides of my face, but as I continued to swivel my tongue around the inside of her alcohol infused mouth I too raised my hands to catch hers. I linked my hands against the back of hers and shifted all four hands forward to Cammie’s exposed belly. Using my hands as guides, I slipped them up beneath her black crop top until I could feel the warm skin of her breasts against my fingertips. And from there I allowed Hope to take lead… I kept my hands against the back of hers, but silently instructed her to fondle Cammie’s breasts as she continued to make out with me.

“Gooooooooooooooot daaaaaaaaaaaamn… my nigga Chris, no homo bro… but that is about the sexiest shit I have ever seen in my fucking life!” I could hear Shawn yelling frantically from somewhere across the room. And it was only in that moment that I actually remembered I was standing in the middle of a kitchen, in the middle of a party, with tons of eyes on us. I willed myself to pull back from Hope and I opened my eyes the furthest they would go and stared down at her. Her face was completely flushed, her lips were swollen and red, and she held this erotic little sex face as she stared right back at me that nearly made me crumble right behind her.

My ears finally tuned in to the commotion around us and I realized that more than half of the party goers in the other room had even turned to watch the spectacle. People were shouting like they’d just witnessed a Mayweather fight up close. I didn’t even bother to feel embarrassed… my thoughts were caught somewhere between two different entities and from what I could tell, both were horny as fuck and ready for round one right there in that kitchen.

“Ya’ll ready to get outta here?” I snapped my attention around to Cammie who stood there with her breasts fully exposed but covered by me and Hope’s conjoined hands. Her hands were placed comfortably at Hope’s waist and if I didn’t know anything else in that moment… I knew this night was about to get real interesting, real quick.

TBC…

#chrisbrown #chrisbrownff #chrisbrownfanfic #jasminesanders #chrisbrownfanfiction #jasminesandersff #teambreezy #teambreezyff #fanfiction #fanfic

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Lol I rambled A LOT. Warning for LONG. I’m not sure how to post this on Tumblr so that people can respond to specific things. Or if I should post this to Slack? I miss messageboards!!

Please please reblog with commentary, don’t respond. It’s too hard to actually see responses. Thank you.

Ep 1: Is Van using an energist-arrow?? It certainly LOOKS pink and not silver. But then again people call H’s pendant red and I see pink.... Pink EVERYWHERE official...

Ep 2: Merle: “You foreigners.” (in H’s room) In the English dub she makes it sound like there’s been other foreigners that have hit on Van??? But I guess if he’s near his dragonslaying rite + crowning then he’s marriable age?? Unless M is referring to the time that the Astons visited?? But would M remember that?? Plus at that time it would have been F being the rite age... (Though assumedly she’d be protective of F too...)

Re the guymelef fight: H is already practicing her dowsing/divinity... by being overly attentive.

Ep 3: “You let two of those bumpkin samurai damage two of my Al-say-dis-units?” Gawd did that line always bother me... “Alseides units” like it’s one word.

Pyle is named on-screen!

Gawd A do you practice in front of a mirror??

“Castle.” No that’s not a castle A.

I think we discussed the “Give me back my Escaflowne, and give me back my guymelef!” line.

Yeah sure A, traumatize the poor young man EVEN MORE.

A&D dialogue: Subtle A, reeeeal subtle.

D literally has NO IDEA what King Van Fanel looks like?? He goes right through him and focuses on H. Did... Did F hold back that information? Did Zaiback not KNOW? How does D NOT KNOW????? Like I get that H is an intrigue but D’s WHOLE GOAL is the King of Fanelia (and the guymelef Escaflowne).

MM: “Did I get the wrong room again?” Yeah bc he travels through the fort a gazillion times in his life... (Well, that does fit with my headcanon that he’s Therese’s companion and keeps up with A to satisfy Mil.)

V: “What, you’ve heard of Balgus?” WELL DUH. One of three world-famous master swordsmen.

-- We (Drk and I) discovered that there isn’t a complete Series in English. :(( Oh well. *Adds that to To Do list* So we watched most of it in Japanese with English subs. ... We also had to deal with some weird looping weirdness too. --

Ep 4: I’ve seen D’s “Burn, burn” in Japanese written “Moreo, moreo!” (I think I spelled that wrong.) I didn’t watch the Japanese version much, ever. So I thought it was pronounced “More-ooo, more-ooo!” literally. Not the literal “More-a-oh” that I’m hearing in the subbed ep we’re limited to watching.

Ep 5: Yeah D really doesn’t know who V is. (Flashback to the Castello with V popping out of Escaflowne on the Vione.) I don’t think D truly knows who F is either... Just a Fanelian traitor, not the lost king.

H’s tarot reading: Literal foreshadowing. Its not even “shadow.” More like forelighting. XD

*D approaches Escaflowne* Me: D es el stupid-o.

Holy cow... the Crusade is MINUSCULE compared to the Vione... Like I knew that but it just now hit me...

Ep 6: Dear Mil: They both think you’re strange, so there! XD

Fabric DOES NOT rip like that. ........... LUCK.

Ep 7: Possible Naruto reference with one of the bounty hunter guymelefs??

I agree with Drk, I’m reading too much into it; but it’s still funny!

... It’s really lucky how the Asturian disguise just FLOATS right of Escaflowne instead of, y’know, GETTING CAUGHT on something.

HUH. A lot of the inconsistencies can be explained by PURE LUCK.

Ep 8: Merle “You were nearly sold off to that Meiden guy.” But... HOW DOES SHE KNOW IT WAS MEIDEN???

I HAVE ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT THE PENDANT ORIGINATED FROM ATLANTIS AND THAT IT AND ESCA’S PINK HOLDER-THING WERE TOO CLOSELY RELATED FOR COINCIDENCE. Headcanon is that there’s four main pendants and four main Ispano guymelefs that were commissioned from the Ispano right at Gaea’s beginning, to be protectors of that world.

Dear V. F didn’t actually try to kill you. I know it looks that way but he didn’t. That was D.

AHAHA V you’ll ALWAYS need H’s help!!

Buncha scary floating fortresses.

Grava’s spewing lies... A totally had nothing to do with Escaflowne’s escape...

A LOT of scary floating fortresses!!!

I think I said this before with Trudy. I don’t think Allen has actually Kissed Millerna before, she’s the one doing all the kissing. My reasoning? The way she stops and is breathless in the carriage. Damn is that a kiss. (Too bad nearly all the kisses in Esca are for manipulation of some sort. :((( )

That is a DAMN LOT of energists.

I wish snake guy had been given an actual NAME.

Ep 9: Varie’s voice and name is SO PrEtTy in the JVA!

Wow. Wowow. I do not remember Varie wailing at Goau’s death?? There seems to be more obvious background noises in the HD version.

Yes. Be afraid. Be VERY afraid.

Then RUN LIKE HELL is after you; because IT IS.

Hm. H goes straight to envisioning the pendant. Isn’t it ... to early for her to know about her dowsing abilities? Or something? ....... Or is she more focusing on Where are they? and the pendant does its thang?

A river. Perfect. LUCK.

.... So is that one Ds dead? The one stuck in the molten ... filler thing.... from his guymelef? (... Actually I’m pretty sure it’s Miguel. That makes perfect sense. You can here D say “Miguel” and there IS Miguel as a prisoner later. Yeah. That’s the most logical reasoning.)

.... There’s more language in the Japanese version than I remember in the English. (Obv. But it’s still a little jarring.)

So earlier the Crusade was tiny compared to the Vione. Well now it’s MINUSCULE compared to the Freid cargo ship!!

Ep 10: AHAHAHA V is mistaken for A! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Rotfl

... But I guess that just drives home that D didn’t know who V was in the third ep??? LOOOOOOL.

Mil: On her way out “Let’s be friends.” ALSO. THE BAG returns to H.

Oh Mil. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT A IS THINKING.

V’s observation skills don’t falter do they.

.... The Zongi-sucking-Plaktu scene is horrifying in HD. O.o

No H. Not just “anybody.” (Personally I think H has some Atlantean in her.) ... Yeah Merle. Open your big mouth.

A being a traitor is so much buull sheet. The fact that Chid and Voris fall for it for even a second is ridiculous. Like I get that they’re on edge bc they’d know that Fanelia burned. But. BUT. (I feel like Voris has to have a clue as to Chid’s true parentage too.)

Ep 11: .... I always felt like the positions of H + Plaktu and Chid + Voris should have been reversed... Why is Chid in the cage and H on the carpet? AND WHY ARE THERE BARS AT THE CEILING?? What’s going to get out??

... Huh. That must be a subtitle error. Earth is NOT the name of H’s country. Japan is. Earth is the name of the planet. But that might be a communication /understanding error on Plaktu’s part.

.... What would have happened in the “vision realm” if Zongi HADN’T grabbed H? He wasn’t meant to die then-and-there, just that H was predicting it. Would they have “jumped” back to the real world?? *Plotbunnies rear their heads*

Poor H. Ripped from her home. Weird visions. Scary visions. Love triangles. DYING.

Chid’s ABSOLUTE JOY that his daddy is back.

Ep 12: DINOSAUR LIZARD THINGS!

Ok Pyle/Crusade Crew: At least V is helping to care for Escaflowne. And he probably didn’t have his own personal Crew to care for Escaflowne. And he damn well DOESN’T have a place to care for Escaflowne now! Rub it in why don’tcha??

WHY is little five year old Millerna IN THE CROWD?? Wouldn’t she be in the balcony like Eries and Grava are at her own wedding?? WHY? She’s FIVE and the PRINCESS OF THE COUNTRY?? I call animator error.

I ALSO call animator error on A in his Caeli uniform during the flashback. Mar’s watching his tournament that DETERMINES his possible Caeli status. So he SHOULDn’t be in that uniform. Unless we’re seeing it through Mar’s eyes and she’s daydreaming it?? (I’ll accept it as her daydream. I headcanon she’s a daydreamer.)

Ep 13: The animation of Voris striking the trigger is EXTREMELY familiar. Pretty sure V has Escaflowne doing that somewhere. Which makes sense; reusing animation for money’s sake.

So. .... ........ HOW OLD is the Freidian castle that SOMEONE thought to put in such a boobytrap???

Dear Mahad... Go easy on the poor kid... Though it IS interesting that he says “Those born in Freid ... “ and “Those who rule.”

Hold your freakin’ horses Dornkirk!

What I never understood: If Freid's religion is based on the Atlanteans. And known Gaea HATES the demon Atlanteans and Draconians. WHY is Freid as a country accepted?? They're Atlanean religion/beliefs must not be a widely-known thing. OR The "Atlantean/Draconian = DEMON" might be a mostly Fanelian thing?? (Backwards country that thinks windmills deter demons. Though there might be actual Science behind that one.)

No H. Keep your boundaries. You might have been a little hysterical but you have EVERY RIGHT.

So the wrong time to say that A’s hair is finally messed up would be Mahad’s death scene... which is also the MaMa scene that BREAKS MY HEART.

Ep 14: SEE?? Mil doesn’t even say “Draconian,” she says “He has wings!” A says “He’s a Draconian!” with NO maliciousness!

Lol Dryden doesn’t even recognize Mil... though it has been seven-ish years.

.... Did we talk about D’s “phone home” line?? WHAT IS IT IN THE ORIGINAL JAPANESE? Does D actually say “phone home” bc he knows SOME Earth language?? Does he say something else and the closest English translation is “phone home”?? ?????

Ep 15: The whole “my friend” scene. Just ugh. Mil’s brattiness really shines here. I’m so glad she got character growth!! There are just SO MANY reasons to love Mil.

Ep 16: LEON. GRANDMA KANZAKI. (Except there’s no proof she’s a Kanzaki. Oh well.)

This F & NE interaction must be more for the viewers... How did NE not know F was a Sorcerer? I find that hard to believe. Though they do say something like “We haven’t seen you in a while.” But his Sorcerer-ship can’t have been that short. Or I doubt NE were away from F for THAT long.

Is it just me or does the Sorercers’ floating fortress have a Freidian feel to it?

Ep 17: (Carryover from 16) Does Folken... outright disbelieve in the (Gate to) the Mystic Valley? I never noticed that before.... Like yeah he’ll follow Dornkirk to the literal end of the earth (figuratively follow the actual man, literally past the end of the known earth). But he won’t believe in the Mystic Valley? He must have believed in the Power of Atlantis / Power Spot in Freid. He got the damn sword-key thing. .... BUT DID HE DO ANYTHING WITH IT? I mean the Vione DOES beat the Crusade to the Gate of Atlantis for crying out loud! (Was the Freidian sword-key more a symbol between Chid and F?)

NO Varie... *Sigh* Grandma is right; H needs to believe in her friends, to have faith in them. Yeah she shouldn’t wish so much... But for crying out loud... She’s been torn from home, visions, scary visions, seen WAR AND DEATH, love triangles. Give’r a break!

DUDE. Leon is killed by Zaiback while ON Asgard, RIGHT? So. SO. Zaiback had a whole MINI FLEET of SNOW-TRAVELLING vehicles there?? And PEOPLE?? That means that a large ship/floating fortress made it across that treacherous “edge of the map”!! WHAT THE WHAT??

Dear Leon... How much time has passed since you saw Grandma? Not that much I don’t think... But still... WEIRDNESS.

Oh pillar of light... YOU TEASE.

Yeah I’m with Aerika; why didn’t Celena get mentioned in the ghost-Leon scene??? (Yeah time, etc, yadda yadda yadda.)

Waitaminute! Poor V has been fighting ghosts that WHOLE TIME? Then NE show up. :/ Yeah sure, traumatize him SOME MORE. BOOO.

B-b-b-but... More fighting means MORE FIGHTING.

Of course, not fighting means captured and / or death...

Yeah sure Varie. That’s very loving/motherly.

Wait... ALL of Gaea’s future is determined by V’s will? Nooo... Surely not....

Ep 18: Poor Merle; left behind from her V-sama. ... Not so poor Mil; left behind from not-her A.

... Did Dornkirk actually “alter fate” and bring H, V, and A into Zaiback? If he “altered fate,” therefore ‘redirected’ them... WHAT WAS THEIR ORIGINAL DESTINATION? Their original fate? Did Dornkirk control the pillar of light? Bc later H asks F about the pillar and F is all surprised. (Though it would make logical sense that Dornkirk didn’t tell F everything.)

OR MAYBE DORNKIRK GOT FREAKIN’ LUCKY.

.... Does pre-”saved” Zaiback look Freidian to anyone else...?

There’s a “Destiny Oscillator” in one of the previous episodes. WELL HOLY HELL does “oscillation” come into play in Esca...

Aerika had a snippet of shooting down “Women-hating A” with examples. He’s chauvinistic to / as a fault, yes... But if he ACTUALLY hated women, therefore H, he wouldn’t have let her do the Tarot reading way back when. He wouldn’t have let her decide when V says “Go, we’ll leave from the roof.” He wouldn’t have let her lead / take turns leading..... Boy do I miss Aerika.

Ep 19: ... Yes Four Generals. That’s F’s DIABOLICAL plan. Has been ALL ALONG. Pfffft.

I REALLY want in on that conversation between Mil and D on that X days journey back to Asturia.

Dear H: Don’t argue with Mil’s new maturity. Yeah D prolly talked her into the early marriage bc wartime. But she’ll get over A. She never truly had him in the first place. (Headcanon) She actually grew up with D in her backyard palace. They actually KNOW each other. A little. At least the Mil&D relationship isn’t based on half-truths/lies and lack of knowledge.

ERIES. SToP. WHOSE GRAVE IS THAT?? Encia’s? Marlene’s? Celena’s? (Probably Encia’s.)

Ep 20: Paying less attention to this one as this particular episode seems to be mass MIA on YouTube... We’re suffering through a sped-up and pixelated version. Though it’s not too bad...

I wonder what the Lovers card actually refers too.... Mil/A or Mar/A? Bc Mil/A weren't actually lovers, not really not truly. But H's visions have never been so... subtle. (The generic Wikipedia says it’s a FUTURE vision of them BECOMING lovers??? WHUT???)

Oh poor H. No girlfriend. The Tower’s prediction was always there. The wedding itself is a grand idea... Just maybe not right now, in the middle of a war. And Zaiback was going to attack either way. Mil has to take her time to learn that Dryden is the man for her.

And yeah mebe he has to leave for the both of them to figure that out.... Meh.

Ep 21: ... Did Mil and D go change and come back to have that heart-to-heart with H? (And D got bandaged.) Bc... Yeah. Just odd. Prolly animator error. (Or not. I need to watch those scenes closer. Later.)

Ep 22: Rad is losing her attention span. My eyes are hurting from looking at the computer screen for so long. I had originally wanted to cast from the computer to the TV screen but I couldn’t immediately get the mouse and the keyboard to talk to the computer. So I’ve been at my husband’s shiny new dual-screen computer.

Dear MM: Don’t spread false rumors. *Sigh*

Merle. Drama queen Merle.

SHUDDUP ALLEN. NO BIRDCAGES. You didn’t put Natal in one!

Aaaaand the Four Generals start to realize that their Emperor isn’t actually fully about mass conquest....

Dear V: Dragons DO NOT work thata way.

... So F escaped death bc he had Atlantean blood? Bc he was a Draconian? I feel like maybe he was closer to the earth and it’s creatures bc he’s a Draconian... Not that it was Fate. So much... Bah. That’s too much Thinky Thoughts for one day.

*Waves Folken naked torso in front of Konstantya and Pethics*

Ep 23: Well yeah, like hell M WASN’T going to follow her V-sama.

Dear A: ENOUGH WITH THE BIRDCAGE CRAP.

Sewingyoukai: (T)hey (women) don`t need Allen, just his hair care products.

Yes F; H’s power is CARING. (Sometimes too much.)

Wow A; that’s some horrible proposal.

*Waves naked Dilly torso in front of Drk-stars and Nehasy*

Nope Dry wouldn’t complain about Mil in an apron doing laundry... A WOULD. BIRDCAGE DISCUSSION ENSUES.

Silly H; trust your heart! Trust both of them (to an extent).

Interesting that the pillar of light takes away Dil and not V... But it IS the immediate point where Dil is breaking. And he IS the triggering point of V’s actual RAGE.

V and A in unison: Hitomi!

Ep 24: De ja vuuuueeee.

(Sewingyukai and I accidentally rewatched Ep1: Fateful Confession when we wanted Ep24: Fateful DECISION. LOL. Drk made fandom history and the eps were ordered by name.

Sooo... How much DID H tell Amano about her journey on Gaea?? And it makes him look bad to change subjects... But Fate/reality must go on... And yeah sewingyoukai said he’s moving away from her “nightmare.”

Also. Sewing’s contribution: What if V went through H’s things and asked about the tampons?? XDDDDDDDDDD

AH YES, THAT FATEFUL PICTURE.

I LOVE HITOMI IN STREET CLOTHES!

... That symbol above A’s fireplace must be the Schezar family crest. It’s on Scherazade’s cape (I’m 99.99% certain) and it’s on Leon’s journal. I thought it was a partially-English letter (or Atlantean!!!~~) but that doesn’t make sense either.

It just hit me. Dornkirk must have some Fate Reading Machine too... Or that’s the thing the telescope is looking at? I mean, he’d eventually realize what represents H and V and yadda blah blah etc. But it’s never really named like everything else most other Destiny Things are.

I think I’m on Ep 25 now.

*Cries* V’s maturity in sending H away. “You don’t want me to rely on your powers so I must send you away; I’m respecting your boundaries.”

Dryden leaving... eh.... Reasons yes, Reasons NO.

Well Mil, you’ll be waiting a long time for A bc Celena’s back on the scene (or will be at the end of the episode / Series. GAWD I need to go back to my fanfiction with that scene!!!)

Re: TIME JUMPING Such a headache. I tend to think [Gaea and Earth] are pretty concurrent. Because that's EASY on our poor brains. Sometimes little things like... pocket jump around? "Pocket" meaning outside of actual reality. SewingYoukai: Maybe they jump to the time they’re most needed? Time jumping happens so infrequently. (Or it might be like LOST where it's snuck in.) Bc it happens infrequently it's hard to gauge what's happening, if time jumping is actually happening at all.

JICHA.

I WANT TO KNOW HOW THEY THOUGHT OF THE ENERGIST BOMB. Headcanon is that a spy was at the dragon graveyard and saw the obvious and brought the information back and then some scientists HAULED SERIOUS HIENY to create the bomb. (Personal universe is that a certain UNKNOWN [redacted redacted] was involved.) Yeah the energist bomb has Japanese origins/roots/reference. But in-universe. I WANT TO KNOW.

Ep 26: Holdover from ep 25 ending: Action, Reaction, Reaction, Reaction, etc. Zone of Absolute Fortune.

Ugh more fighting. Grow up men. (Let women inherit the earth.)

Sewingyoukai and I are debating the Reasons that the Crusade Crew aren’t effected... affected... whatever - by the Zone of Absolute Fortune. We’re thinking some combination of being “covered” by A/H/V’s “lucky/destiny/fate” or a combo of all three AND their past. The rest of the men on the battlefield are (probably) either actual soldiers or men drafted to fight and fed “you’re doing something good for your country and Gaea.” Whereas the Crusade Crew were forced into the military because they were criminals/thieves/etc.

JUST TELL V YOU LOVE HIM, H.

V is just going to misunderstand you.

No. DUH. Dornkirk.

I want to see the moments when H goes back home! To whom?? To where?? TO WHAT TIME? Clearly at some point Yukari and Amano get together. So knowing what she knows does H skip the whole “pendant is a pendulum; would you give me my very first kiss” thing?? Sewingyoukai’s very good point: H doesn’t have the pendant anymore! H literally alters the time line.

Was it a dream? Or maybe a vision? No, it really did happen.

My poor brain. My poor eyes too, looking at the screen for about 11 hours straight.

With sewingyoukai: Loving Fanel family ftw! (With Varie teaching F and leetle V how to FLY!) [Re: How does V know how to fly so well??]

MaMa!! NE & Folken! Varie and Goau!!

Mil and Er being sisterly!!!

#Escaflowne #E meta #Esca binge rewatch #Rad rambles #Ebrr

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SleepWalker Freshman List 2020

Written By Amari Newman Quentin Zimbalist

We are SleepWalker Entertainment. Starting off as a radio show on Oberlin College’s WOBC 91.5fm in 2018 dedicated to highlighting underground Hip-Hop and the community that surrounds it, we have expanded into the journalistic side of music, publishing various reviews, lists, and articles related to music. These have ranged from album of the year lists to interviews with different musicians who have performed at Oberlin including Suzi Analogue, VRITRA, Ethereal, NappyNappa, and SIR E.U. Right around this time last year we published our very first “Freshman List,” built off of XXL magazine’s idea of highlighting artists relatively new to the rap game who gained a lot of attention in the most recent year. Seeing how XXL’s list seemed to increasingly lose touch with the current wave of genuine Hip-Hop, SleepWalker looked to create our own list of new(ish) artists who we believe are making important impacts on the direction of the genre. The following list will highlight the breakthrough rappers, producers and visual artists of this past year, who we believe people are listening to and want to experience.

Rappers: Producers: Visual Artists:

Pop Smoke (RIP) Evil Giane Nitetive Visuals

Baby Smoove Adé Hakim Revenxnt

Hook Axl Beats DVD CITY

Baby Fifty JWords The Realest Photographer Ever

Babyxsosa Hi-C Brick Productions

Camden Malik DamnJonBoi 1Drince

BKTHERULA GAWD She Skin

Pop Smoke:

Sleepwalker wanted to write a tribute post to the late young superstar, Pop Smoke. The young Brooklyn-born prodigy emerged in the public eye in January with his hit record, FLEXIN, and followed that up with the song of the summer, Welcome to the Party. Pop Smoke’s 2019 was one of the greatest breakout years of all time within the hip-hop music industry, and it was apparent that he would remain a star for years to come. His death was a tremendous tragedy for not only those within the Hip Hop community, but millions of his fans across the world.

Rest in Peace, Pop Smoke.

Baby Smoove:

Baby Smoove, one of Detroit’s newest household names has actually been dropping music for quite some time now. The oldest song of his I could find was Supersonic, a track he dropped in 2012 under the name “Bandcrew Smoove”, he used a few different aliases before finding his current stage name. Smoove holds onto instrumentals in an incredibly natural way. Sliding in and out of rhythm, on and off of the beat, he always finds his place when the downbeat comes back around. His quiet, inflectionless delivery is a stark contrast to his lyrical content. Smoove raps about his lavish lifestyle, he enjoys splurging on the indulgences he lived without as a child. Other Detroit artists recognize Smoove’s prowess and collaborate with him when allowed. Recently he has worked with big name artists and producers from all over the city like Veeze, Icewear Vezzo, Rocaine, Michigan Meech, and Topside. Needless to say, Baby Smoove definitely earned his position in life, and on this list.

Songs to listen to: Palm Angels, Hellcat, Free Game

Hook

From Riverside, California (Inland Empire /IE) the 21 year old has been gaining steady recognition for her unorthodox flow and distinct style. Hook has been making music since she was 9 years old, travelling and performing in an R&B/Rap group with her step-sisters. As Hook got older, she shifted her focus onto her solo career, garnering a lot of attention throughout the underground with the release of her mixtape “Bully” in early 2019. Hook has made a name for herself for her deliberate flows that incorporate elaborate mid-verse pauses, laughs, gasps, and signature ad libs emanating an unparalleled energy that makes a listener's body uncontrollably convulse from pure pleasure. In the latter half of 2019 and early 2020, Hook put out a few more mixtapes alongside her debut album Crashed My Car, which displayed her steady evolution in sound and abilities to make great music. A frequent collaborator of legendary underground producer nedarb, Hook has also worked with Bootychaaain, WorkingOnDying, RCB and even comedian/rapper Zack Fox. More and more people are becoming aware of the greatness that is Hook, making the rest of 2020 even more exciting for herself and supporters.

Songs to listen to: I’m Shinnin, HEEM, Stand It

Baby Fifty

From Southeast, Washington D.C., the 19 year old’s nonchalant delivery of bars describing rampant death and destruction over any type of beat has quickly solidified himself as one of the most exciting rappers in the city. Fifty’s spaced out delivery accompanied with lyrics packed with punchlines, lingo, double entendres and signature ad libs allows each one of his sinister bars to imprint itself on any listener’s mind. There are very few rappers who can make you feel like everything they say is true, and Baby Fifty is one of them. Every song feels like he is having a calm conversation about the lethal activities he partakes in on a casual Monday. Fifty remains pretty individual in his output with his last few projects being featureless, but he has worked with frequent collaborator Hu$tle, MoneyMarr, and Cheecho. Fifty is one of the youngest and most respected artists from the DC area, and will continue to raise the bar for the remainder of the year.

Songs to listen to: sunniD, Walkout, Roll Out

Babyxsosa

The 19 year old Richmond, VA native grabbed attention from the whole underground with the release of the GAWD produced single “EVERYWHEREIGO” in the middle of 2019. She then joined the New York-based collective Surf Gang and continued to pump out amazing music, including her newest EP BABYXOBAMA. Even though her recognition is relatively recent, Babyxsosa has been releasing musical content since 2015 making waves in the Richmond area as a DJ and producer. Her musical experience is clear in her diverse selection of beats, and complex structures of harmonies and verses. Babyxsosa’s high pitched voice allows her to casually hit octaves that sound perfect in your eardrums, and her mastery of switching between rapping and singing mid-verse creates a distinct flow that only sosa can achieve. She has collaborated with fellow Surf Gang members Evil Giane, Polo Perks and Pasto Flocco, and has a notable catalogue of collaborations with fellow Richmond artist and freshman GAWD. Babyxsosa has undeniable potential, which she fulfills with every new release, making the rest of her 2020 an exciting sight to see.

Songs to listen to: UBERXL feat Polo Perks, PUSSY FREESTYLE, DOWN

Camden Malik

From New York City by way of Sacramento, California; Camden Malik has proved time and time again that he is beyond worthy of his place on this list. I was made aware of Camden when I saw him perform Live this past summer. I attended a Show Me the Body show in Ridgewood, Queens because of the opener, MIKE. During MIKE’s set, he allowed some friends of his to perform their music as well. Among these friends were big names such as Pink Siifu and King Carter, as well as Camden Malik, whom I was unaware of at the time. He performed his track “Dreams”, and it was easily the best performance of the set. Malik seemed to hit every word of the song, captivating the entire crowd as he spit circles around the mic in his gold-rimmed glasses. After the performance, I began researching him, only to find his stockpile of music on the internet, recently working with artists like ZelooperZ and Darryl 10k. He finds ways to pack all of his rhymes with meaning, while placing them into pockets of the beats that most artists would not even know existed. I truly think this guy could rap over anything and I can’t wait to see what he brings to 2020.

Songs to listen to: Lie Detector, Hear da Same Thang, World Different (ft ZelooperZ)

BKTheRula

From Atlanta, Georgia, BKTHERULA is proving to be one of the most exciting female rappers coming from the area. She started putting out music in 2017, but gained attention at the beginning of 2019 for her underground hit “Faygo.” BK continued to pump out hits throughout 2019 including her biggest hit “Tweakin Together.” BK’s punch-in delivery mixed with her high vocal octave is entrancing, and is combined with a myriad of futuristic melodies and next level 808s, making her music impossible to not bob your head to. She has enhanced her singing capabilities over the year dropping her debut project Love Santana where more than half of the songs explore her melodic capabilities that hit a sonic sweet spot, giving a soothing massage to a listener’s heart and mind. But BK can follow up any ballad with an intense barrage of strictly bars, that automatically gives you the stank face. This past year, BK has worked with Atlanta producers Digital Nas and Rxlvnd, and has been a frequent collaborator of Autumn! and fellow freshman Hook. In fact, the two artists are rumored to have a collaborative mixtape that could be released at any moment. BK already stands apart from the flood of artists who gained attention in 2019, and her willingness to explore her capabilities on more experimental releases gives her the potential to truly skyrocket to another level.

Songs to listen to: LEFT RIGHT, UH HUH, DAMN

Producers:

Evil Giane

Surf Gang CEO evilgiane is probably at the forefront of the New York City underground right now, and moving upward at an astounding speed. Giane has been producing for a few years now, using other monikers such as YUNALOE and aloevine before adopting his current alias. Originally, Aloevine dropped mostly house music tracks, but he began releasing hip-hop beats a few years ago and has not slowed down since. Giane’s trademark sound these days consists of clean and punchy drums, and uplifting melodies, though through his leaks and posts online, it is clear that this producer’s talent extends way beyond his sound, as his drill and even experimental punk beats rival some of the greats. Recently, Evilgiane has placements with a plethora of up and coming stars; HOOK, Babyxsosa, and Pasto Flocco, as well as songs with established underground heroes like Black Kray and BootyChaaain. I’ve already called 2020 as the year of Surf Gang so it only makes sense that Giane will continue to fly as the CEO. Expect big things.

Songs produced by Evil Giane: MOH BARETTA - ALL4U IV, POLO PERKS - RICH GIRL/starpower, Hi-C - tr3nd1ng t0p1c juiced

Adé Hakim

From the Bronx, NYC, the 21 year old rapper and producer has been putting out music as far back as 2014 under the name Sixpress. Adé is a member of the [sLUms] collective, and has helped curate the next phase of New York’s sound that gained a lot of mainstream popularity this past year. Hakim incorporates a wide range of sonic layers in his production including violins, horns, cries and moans from blues songs, piano riffs, and video game effects. These are all stretched, reversed and changed in pitch, creating a brand new authentic melody. This is accompanied by snares, claps, kicks and 808s that are also adjusted, giving them a mechanized sound that allows the expansive nature of his production to fully form. Listening to an Adé Hakim beat sounds like you are strolling through a busy robotic construction site with headphones on that is playing Miles Davis at half the normal speed in one ear, and the Sonic The Hedgehog videogame score in the other. Hakim has worked with a large number of New York legends in the making including MIKE, King Carter, Medhane and Navy Blue, and has expanded his sound past the city working with NAPPYNAPPA, Pink Siifu and Earl Sweatshirt. Adé Hakim is one of the most positive artists in the game and his constant output of good will continue to come back to him for the rest of the year.

Songs produced by Adé Hakim: LIKE ME, MIKE - PLANET, Sticking to My Roots

Axl Beats

If this list was based sheerly on streaming numbers, Axlbeats would be at the top. Axl found himself in 2019 getting placements with world renowned superstars such as Travis Scott and Drake. Luckily, Here at Sleepwalker we believe in more than numbers on the screen below the song, but we wanted to acknowledge AxlBeats’ accomplishments nonetheless. The London Based Producer’s career began in 2016, where he became locally popular for flipping Chicago style drill beats into more modern, new sounds. Axl then rode the drill wave all the way to Brooklyn, producing for artists like Sheff G, Fivio Foreign, and Pop Smoke, as well as A-List Celebrities Rich the Kid, and Jay Critch. Axl ended his 2019 incredibly strong, by producing Drake's drill inspired track “War”. If you haven’t heard Axl beats by now you may need to check and see if your radio is still working, but you will definitely hear him in 2020.

Songs produced by Axl Beats: Drake -War, Fivio Foreign - Wetty, Travis Scott feat Pop Smoke - GATTI

JWords

From Union City, New Jersey, JWords is rapidly making waves across the Hip-Hop and Electronic community. Releasing music as far back as 2015, JWords produces intricately structured soundscapes that incorporate digital synths with complex progressions, and old soul samples. The jazzy layout of her bass patterns, and mystical sounds that accompany them, reminds one of a chandelier of chimes flowing in a slight breeze. JWords can also switch it up, creating fast paced and unique sound structures that sound like futuristic versions of Salsa and Bachata, which she notes are heavy influences on her musical output. Her preference of hardware in music creation gives it a more genuine feel, and contributes to her next-level live performances. Listening to JWords feels like traveling through the ocean in an underwater spacecraft at 1000 mph, but the speed isn’t overwhelming, it's actually very soothing. Now a member of the NeverNormal Collective, JWords has been garnering attention throughout the past year. She’s worked with MIKE, Suzi Analogue, King Carter, and Nappy Nina, while also performing with other contemporary greats at live shows throughout New York City. She released her debut EP Sin Senal earlier this year and recently led an Ableton-sponsored beat making workshop. The momentum is only building for JWords, and 2020 seems like it will be her breakout year.

Songs produced by JWords: Stay Away, Shine <3, Numb feat MIKE

Hi-C

A member of the infamous Reptilian Club Boyz (RCB), Hi-C has been making waves in the underground as far back as 2013. Adopting various monikers like HighCee and C Boogie, the Richmond-based artist has always stood apart for his futuristic and majestic melodies, reminiscent of the soundtrack to a final boss battle in Ninja Gaiden, that are combined with hard-hitting 808s and kick patterns. This sound is leveled up by an insane assortment of sound effects that range from soundbites from Super Smash Brothers, SoulCaliber, Dragon Ball Z, Nascar races, thunderstorms, gun shots, applause and evil laughs. This past year, Hi-C’s talents seem to have been collectively noticed by the underground, landing him features and placements with fellow RCB members Diamnodsonmydick and Cartier’GOD, along with Surf Gang, Hook, Marcy Mane,and NolanBeRollin. Everything is lining up for Hi-C and RCB to reach massive heights in their musical content and impact on the general rap culture this year.

Songs produced by Hi-C: No Emotionzzz, DOMD feat Hook - BRATZ, DOMD feat SickBoyRari - King Lamagra

DamJonBoi

The Detroit Hip-hop scene saw a flourishing 2019. Reaping many of the benefits of this newfound popularity was the incredibly versatile and talented DamJonBoi. 2019 gave Jon placements on underground smash hits with talent like Teejayx6, Sada Baby, Kasher Quon, FMB DZ, Drego Baby, and Lil Beno. On top of all of his 2019 placements, he had a strong end of 2018 producing Drego & Beno’s “Recipe 2”, which has amassed over 5 million views on Youtube and a plethora more streams. Aside from producing, DamJonBoi has been laying down vocals of his own. His smooth voice and classic Detroit style inflection work amazingly in his songs, many of which showcase his lavish rockstar lifestyle. Needless to say, JonBoi is up now for 2020.

Songs produced by DamJonBoi - Super saiyan, Brainstorm Feat. Babyface Ray, Teejayx6 - Dark Web

GAWD

The 20 year old Richmond, Virginia native is one of the most hardworking artists in the game. Holding the largest discography of released songs on our list, GAWD has nearly 1,200 tracks just on his SoundCloud. With a vast amount of monikers including 65 Cent, Black John Stockton, DJ Lil Stank, and Lil Coochie Burp, GAWD has consistently been dropping great music since 2014. His production consists of Pharrel-like synths and chord progressions matched with signature distorted 808s that often fall in a simple 4/4 pattern. His addition of piano runs, harps, and video game effects to this formula elevates his sound to another level. Every GAWD beat is pleasing to the ear and always has a bounce, no matter how different they are from each other. Even though he has been on the scene for years, GAWD has gained a lot of attention this past year as his collaborations with fellow Richmond artist Babyxsosa have grown in popularity. On top of collaborations with Karmah and RCB, GAWD did a DJ session with Noble Spell in New York for Corpus Radio this past summer. It seems like he is finally getting the necessary recognition for years of hard work, and it's exciting to see what the rest of 2020 holds for him.

Songs produced by GAWD: 65 Cent - CHANGE TALK, Babyxsosa - EVERYWHERIGO, RCB - #bloodthisrsty #711

Visual Artists:

Nitetive Visuals

The 20 year old videographer based out of France has stood apart from the surge of artists producing intricate edits for the current output of music videos. Nitetive has been releasing video content since 2017, often consisting of minute long edits of rappers like A$AP Rocky, Playboi Carti and Lil Uzi Vert being put in alternate dimensions, video games or outer space. In 2019, Nitetive began to focus on producing full fledged music videos. Although he has shot and directed a good amount of videos, Nitetive has gained a reputation for his ability to edit footage. Collaborating with other visual artists including MarkoVisuals and fellow freshman Brick Productions, Nitetive has gotten to edit some of the most mind bending music videos of 2019 and 2020. Nitetive’s visuals consist of a fast paced barrage of glitches, rainbow styled effects, shattering glass and datamosh transitions, and 3D animations that place the viewer in an alternate reality. With footage that is often reversed, layered on top of one another, and switched between crystal clear and VHS quality, Nitetive’s videos are truly mind bending. The quick flashing of logos and important lyrics throughout his videos make the viewer feel like they’re watching a sped up hypnotization reel that’s subconsciously tricking them into becoming cool. In the past 6 months, he has worked with the likes of Pi’erre Bourne, SickBoyRari (Black Kray), Bladee, Cyrax and K$upreme. Nitetive seems to get better with every release, making 2020 exciting for what else he has in store.

Videos edited by Nitetive: SickBoyRari (Black Kray) feat Bladee - Blue, Pi’erre Bourne - Try Again, Cyrax - Breeze

Revenxnt

If 2019 gives any indication as to how someone’s 2020 will go, then we should all keep our eyes peeled for Revenxnt this year. This Newark, NJ based visionary had a high point in 2019 of producing a Pusha T video for Vogue. Besides being a video artist, Rev also produces music (with placements like Sha Hef, Grimm Doza, and DA$H), is a prolific painter, and even dabbles in clothing design. A typical Revenxnt video consists of interesting colors, often double exposure shots and ambiguous angles, lots of adjusting focuses, and quick transitions. All these elements come together to create glitchy looking masterpieces that will undoubtedly stand the test of time. Recently he has made some masterful instant classic visuals with the likes of Medhane, Mavi, and Moh Baretta. Rev has an amazing internet presence, always tweeting his mind and uplifting his followers. A staple post of his will be a photo wad of money with the caption “IF YOU READING THIS YOU’RE GETTING MONEY TODAY” One thing that is for sure about is he will never stop hustling and never move backwards. I have no questions about 2020 being as big a year for Revenxnt as ever.

Videos directed by Revenxnt: Medhane - Allegedly, Moh Baretta - Phew, Mavi - Sense

DVD CITY

Based out of Detroit, Michigan, the collective of visual artists have been putting out content since 2015. Originating as VHS Country, the group has stayed true to its roots putting out visual mixes that incorporate off-coloring VHS-like effects. Various clips are layered on top of one another and fast forwarded, reversed or flipped sideways with frequent freeze frame trails filling the screen. These clips include viral youtube videos, infomercials, orchestra concerts, anime, hockey fights, animals, Mandelbrot sets, Tekken, WWE clips, and Kung Fu movies. Those watching a DVD CITY exclusive may believe their youtube webpage has gone haywire with effects that make the viewer feel as if they are watching 20 VHS films at once that are being fast forwarded and rewinded at the same time, but at different speeds. In the past year, the collective has produced music videos and snippets for Akai Solo, Pink Siifu, GAWD, MIKE and JWords. They also did the visuals for Never Normal Records’ most recent annual 4/20 live stream. The collective is pushing audio/visual boundaries to a new length with their consistent output and in-tune video references that are bound to entrance any viewer.

Videos directed by DVD CITY: DVD CITY 24//5GHOTSPOT, Black Sand - 2K4ev, DVD CITY 22//JWORDS

Brick Productions:

The Richmond-based videographer has been releasing content since 2017, and immediately started gaining notoriety throughout the underground for his diverse capabilities in making any type of music video. Brick’s ability to incorporate close zooms, still frames, and 3D animations into footage that can be of the highest or lowest of qualities is practically unrivaled. This is enhanced by transitions that take advantage of intentionally shaky camera footage that is often at a high frame rate, making some of the cleanest videography out there. These quick and clever transitions engage the viewer, but at a pace that is perfect, giving them a moment to fully enjoy the beauty of each shot before it is followed by another. That being said, Brick can also flood the screen with a flurry of effects including colored trails following body movements, crows flying in the background, Dragon Ball Z characters quickly appearing, snow falling, and flames engulfing the screen. This past year, Brick Production’s diverse visual output has landed him collaborations with SickBoyRari (Black Kray), Hunned Mill, A$AP ANT, Trippie Redd, Cyrax and Bootychaaain. He has also worked with Utmost, a Richmond-based skating company, in their recent collaborations with DC Shoes and Round Two. Brick Production is steadily evolving, learning how to merge creative and off the wall editing with smooth and straightforward shots that find happy balances with every new release. The rest of 2020 is his for the taking.

Videos directed by Brick Productions: Black Kray - PERIODT, Sunny2point0 feat Trippie Redd - Man Down, BOOTYCHAAAIN - MESSROUND

Realest Photographer Ever

Being the most secretive artist on our entire list, it’s hard to pinpoint when exactly the Realest Photographer Ever started dishing out creative content. The artist made their debut under this name with frequent collaborator Zelooperz for his video “Bootleg” in mid 2019. Their use of footage that looks like it's been shot off an iphone, shows a minimalist yet effective approach to making videos. Clips of people doing regular activities, such as chilling on a couch, hanging out by a river, or walking through a city, is manipulated and arranged in a way that creates a brand new reality that is incredibly engaging. An entire screen can be full of different scenes from different places at different times, allowing one to find something new every time they watch a video. The Realest’s perfectly timed transitions, reverse playbacks and freeze frame layers eliminates any need for fancy visual effects. Their straight forward visual production has landed them collaborations with Earl Sweatshirt, Zelooperz and Caleb Stone this past year. Since the Realest has no accessible social media, other than a Youtube page with 3 videos on it, it is hard to tell what they have in store for the future, but whatever it is, it will be great.

Videos directed by The Realest: Earl Sweatshirt - EAST, ZelooperZ - Going on a Date, Zelooperz feat Earl Sweatshirt

1Drince

One of the members of the ClockWork Productions collective, 1Drince has been delivering top tier videography to DMV based artists since 2018. The Washington D.C. native has gained a lot of attention the past year for his frequent collaborations with fellow freshman Baby Fifty, directing 10+ videos for the rapper over the past 9 months. His use of menacing shots and close zooms will send chills up your spine. Drince’s smooth transitions and high quality footage perfectly captures the chaotic and deadly energy of the people he shoots often flashing drugs, money and weapons of all shapes and sizes at the camera. He is able to perfectly capture the feel of every song he does a video for, thoroughly enhancing it. Every time one hears a song, they automatically think of the Drince video that accompanies it. In addition to Baby Fifty, he’s worked with MoneyMarr, Baby 9eno, Q Da Fool, Big Flock, YungManny, and RXPeso this past year. Drince and the ClockWork Productions team continue to solidify themselves as the go to videographers for DMV artists, making it exciting to see what they have in store for the rest of the year.

Videos directed by 1Drince: Baby Fifty- One On One, MoneyMarr - Cable Box, YungManny & Big Flock - TPA

She Skin

From Salem, Virginia, She Skin is the most versatile visual artist on our list. He started his visual output as far back as 2012, releasing creative and distinct skate videos. He soon transitioned into making music videos during the 2014/2015 SoundCloud Golden Era, providing music videos, visualizations, cover art, production and audio mixes for Divine Council and other Richmond-based artists. On top of videos, She Skin also established his own line of merchandiseincluding acrylic pieces, figurines and t-shirts.

Clearly, She Skin’s extensive catalogue sets him apart from the typical definition of a freshman, but he is on this list because it seems like he is finally gaining the recognition and praise that has been years past due. In addition, he seems to have found a signature look for his videos. His high frame rates and frequent zoom-ins are meshed with intentionally shaky camera work that cuts the artists in and out of frame at perfect moments. This is accompanied by sped up, slowed down, and chopped footage that creates a feeling in his videos that is unsettlingly soothing. She Skin has recently done videos for SickBoyRari (Black Kray) and hernbean5150, while releasing a series of minute long snippets from other Richmond artists including FHN Mook, Karmah, and Hunned Mill. He has also collaborated with Utmost throughout the years, providing pictures for the company’s most recent collaborations with Round Two and DC Shoes alongside fellow freshman Brick Productions. Even though She Skin has been a present and respected force in the underground for years, it seems like 2020 is shaping up to be the year his capabilities become known across the country and world.

Videos directed by She Skin: Herbean5150 - Felons, SickBoyRari (Black Kray) - Feel My Pain, FHN Mook - Undaground Sluggroad

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Episode 15: Stormy Weather, More at Eleven

(King Falls AM Theme plays)

Ben: Can we please play it again, Sammy?

Sammy: Oh, will you stop it?

Ben: Think of it as my early Christmas present! Just one more time!

Sammy: You are way too happy about this, Ben.

Ben: It’s like watching Van Gogh paint Starry Night, Sammy. But backwards and then exploding like fireworks right before our very eyes.

Sammy: Or ears, in this case.

Ben: Well, yeah, of course ears. You get it, people.

Sammy: So, is this on your schedule, Ben?

Ben: You know that it isn’t. Just give me that one tiny sliver of happiness. I need this! It completes me.

Sammy: You are evil. And that is why we get along so well.

Ben: *laughs*

Sammy: Roll the damn tape!

Ben: Yes!

(Channel 13 Tape Starts)

Storm Sanders: Are we f**kin live, yall? I got sh*t to – (in professional voice) Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. This is your friendly neighborhood weatherman, Storm Sanders. And boy do we have some interesting weather here in the next *hiccups* few days.

Maggie: Storm are you feeling alright?

Storm: Maggie, you bet your motha (censored) ass I’m alright. Let’s just get to the forecast on yours truly today. Storms feelin’… partly cloudy with 100% chance of makin it rain down at the Red Rock bar. Holla at cha *hiccup* boy, Chet! Stacks on deck.

Maggie: Umm, we’re live Storm. If you could just get to the actual weather report –

Storm: F**k yo weather. You got a brain. Open the window and see if it’s hot. If it’s hot? I can’t change that s**t! If it’s cold? Put some more clothes on! If Steve will let you cover up those big ol’ t**ties!

Maggie: Storm!

Storm: Maaaaan, f**k it. Who the f**k even needs a weather report these days? It’s on ya phone! It’s on ya twitter! If I say it’s gonna rain it ain’t gonna change a f**kin thing! Mannnn, my skin feels weird.

(Tape cuts out)

Ben: *laughing hysterically*

Sammy: You are taking way too much pleasure in this.

Ben: Channel 13! Giving you all the news and weather you can handle.

Sammy: He isn’t wrong.

Ben: Ladies and gentlemen, if you missed that on your local news this evening, his words were only bleeped on King Falls AM. I’m sure if you YouTube it… *laughs* oh man. How long before somebody auto-tunes that?

Sammy: Moving forward, what’ve we got in store this evening?

Ben: If you or somebody you know knows how to do those talking music things, give us a call or tweet us @KingFallsAM.

Sammy: Ben…

Ben: I’m sorry. It’s just that we don’t get to win much around here, Sammy. We should enjoy these moments.

Sammy: If this were any other news station would you be this happy?

Ben: No, but Channel 13 is the hub of all evil. If you told me -

Sammy: AGAIN, moving forward… what do we have on tab for the rest of the evening?

Ben: Ahem… can we do a weather report?

Sammy: You’re a child!

Ben: *laughing* Okay, folks, we’ve actually got some good stuff coming up in the next hour. Mr. Ron Begley from Begley’s Bait & Tackle will be visiting the show and talking to us about the 5th annual Bare Back Bear Festival.

Sammy: *laughs incredulously* Wow, uh, ya know, I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised.

Ben: I don’t get it. W-why are you laughing? You think riding a bear without a saddle is easy?

Sammy: Ben…your naivety brightens my day.

Ben: Whatever…Sammy. Anyway, coming up at the 5 o’clock hour, we’ve got Linda Miles over at King Falls Gazette calling in to give us the weekly Tim Jenson update.

Sammy: And hopefully filling us in with some good news. It sounds like we have a hell of a show happening, so stay tuned kids. We’re gonna pay some bills and hear a few words from our sponsors. We’ll be right back, King Falls.

(Jazz Music Plays)

“Ah, yeah. You’ve got the one and only Chet Sebastian here wishing all y’all out there the happiest of holiday seasons. This time of year you’re always on the lookout for a gift that’s gonna get ya a little something extra, and old Chet is here to deliver “Chet Sebastian’s Honey Pot of Horns”. A classy lady can’t so no to a man that knows his smooth jazz. With my newest album “Chest Sebastian’s Honey Pot of Horns”, you’ll look like the damn Albert Einstein of the brass section. Whether you’re a-givin or receivin. “Honey Pot of Horns” is a surefire way for a happier Hanukkah, a crazier Kwanza, a kinkier Christmas. No downloads here, cause a real man only spins vinyl for his lucky lady. Be Merry, you sexy thangs”

(Welcome to 660 theme plays)

Sammy: So, have you picked up Chet’s new album for that someone special in your life, Ben?

Ben: *chuckles* Dude, no. I love Chet, like you love a creepy masochistic uncle, but I can’t give that record to Emily.

Sammy: I hear classy ladies -

Ben: Don’t

Sammy: *laughs* Alright, folks. We’re gonna take some calls here while we wait on Ron to make his way into the studio. Give us a call 424-279-3858.

Ben: Or tweet us over at twitter @KingFallsAM. We gonna go with any particular topic or –

Sammy: We aren’t talking about Storm if that’s what you’re getting at.

Ben: Dammittttt. Line 5! You’re on with Sammy and Ben.

Cynthia: Ben Arnold! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Making fun of poor Storm Sanders tonight.

Ben: Oh, come on! Channel 13 would jump at the chance to destroy us. One of their stupid “For the King Falls Community” investigations. Serves them right!

Cynthia: You’re just so much better than all of us, aren’t you, Ben? Why don’t you just move out of King Falls and go do your radio show in some metropolis or something!

Sammy: Cynthia, while I understand your frustration with Ben’s…giddiness, I –

Cynthia: Don’t give me any of your mumbo jumbo, Sammy. You’re high salutin, too! You’re probably doing this for “Make a Wish” kids or some sort of tax evasion scheme.

Sammy: What?!

Ben: Cynthia, I don’t understand this anger, even from you, tonight.

Cynthia: I just think you need to think before you poke fun. You of all people should know this isn’t as cut and dry as it looks.

Sammy: What are you getting at Cynthia?

Ben: *from the side of his mouth* She’s probably on the sauce that Storm is on…

Cynthia: He said his skin felt weird, idiots! Or did you miss that with all your jackass laughing, Ben?

Ben: Wait, are you sure about that?

Cynthia: 100%, because I wasn’t acting a fool when a man was having a crisis live on the television!

Ben: This isn’t good…

Sammy: What am I missing here?

Cynthia: Guess they don’t teach that kind of stuff at the Connecticut School of Broadcasting, do they, Sammy?

Sammy: Okay, first off, Cynthia, I did not go to that school. Second off –

Ben: His skin felt weird, Sammy.

Cynthia: Maybe if you paid attention in Simple Possessions and Hauntings 101 –

Ben: I’ll take it from here. Cynthia, have a great night.

Cynthia: Oh, of course you’re hanging up on me! High and mighty King Falls AM. You’ll see…

Ben: I didn’t hang up, Cynthia. But we gotta put the wheels in motion here.

Cynthia: Oh, please. You don’t have to sweet talk me. *hangs up*

Sammy: What’s the deal, Ben?

Ben: I should’ve seen this before. DAMMIT. I let my hatred from that terrible excuse for a news organization cloud my judgement.

Sammy: Are you gonna tell me what’s going on, or should I just make up my own thing here?

Ben: Sorry, Sammy. Legend has it, when certain types of spirits take a hold of a person…

Sammy: Uh-huh… “legend has it”…I see.

Ben: Don’t look at me like – forget it! It’s like a possession.

Sammy: Oh, like The Exorcist.

Ben: Kinda like it, but actually scary.

Sammy: Have you seen The Exorcist?!

Ben: I’m being serious! We need to get ahold of Storm. Folks, if you know Storm Sanders personally or can get us in touch with him, please dial in to the show- 424-279-3858.

Sammy: This is for real?

Ben: I’m a little worried. Cynthia, if you haven’t turned off the show in a blind rage, THANK YOU. Thank you for point this out to us.

Sammy: Okay, we’ve got some phone action. Line 12 you’re on King Falls AM.

Troy: Hey, Sammy. Ben.

Ben: We can’t do this right now, Troy.

Troy: I’m callin’ to make peace, Ben. The SS Friendship is ready to dock. All aboard.

Ben: *disconnects call* Not now, Troy! We’ve got a situation!

Sammy: Did you just hang up on Troy?!

Ben: Sammy, this is life or death! Line 5, this is Sammy and Ben.

Herschel: Alright listen you two dumbasses. This Storm fella looks like he’s about a medium build, maybe a buck 180. You get yourselves a gunny sack, some come-along straps, and a roll of duct tape. You meet me 19 clicks from Old Rose’s café at 0400 hours-

Ben: *disconnects call* Sorry, Herschel. You can cuss extra at us later.

Sammy: Oh, he’s gonna.

Ben: Line 10, hello?

Caller: *Native American inflection* Ben is right to be worried.

Sammy: And who are we speaking with?

Ben: Have you seen him tonight, sir?

Caller: I watched his outburst on the television. I have been driving around downtown and around the station for the last few hours. No luck.

Ben: So, you’re out actively looking for him?

Sammy: Have you tried the Red Rock bar, perhaps?

Ben: Not now, Sammy. I’m sorry – who is this?

Caller: This is Walt. That is all you will get.

Ben: Fair enough. So you know the legend?

Walt: I know the truth. Saying “legend” makes it seem like people haven’t seen it with their own eyes. Or lived it. I have done both.

Sammy: Can one of you two please explain what we are so worried for myself and for the listeners?

Ben: Legend has it – ah sorry- uh, the story goes that…well, I said it was like possession, but really, it’s like a hostile takeover of your mind, body, and soul. Is that right, Walt?

Walt: My people tell stories of men with evil hearts living outside Hatchineha lands. Their only purpose on this earth is to claim others as they once were claimed.

Ben: They call them skinwalkers, Sammy.

Sammy: Not…the best sounding thing to hear on a late night, but… please continue, Walt.

Walt: These men, if you can call them that, tampered with things they should not have tampered with. They became things one should not be. They have the ability to go in one form and out to another as they please. All while searching to make more of their kind.

Sammy: Okay, well as much as I don’t like this or hardly believe it, what does this have to do with Storm Sanders?

Ben: That’s the interesting part, Sammy. When confronted and converted, I guess you could say, victims start to act in certain ways.

Sammy: Certain, drunken way. If every guy I’ve seen hammered in a bar who sing-cries his way through an 80’s love ballad is a skinwalker, then we are all in deep trouble.

Ben: Not the drunken thing. An uneasiness in one’s body.

Walt: They begin to exhibit signs of outer sickness: fever, sweats, an itching.

Ben: An itching so bad that…they try to peel their skin off.

Sammy: So they’re the werewolves from Route 72?

Walt: No!

Ben: No way!

Sammy: Guys! I’m just trying to grasp this. I’m a pretty piss poor cryptozoologist and let’s be honest, skinwalker sound like it’d be a term for a naked zombie.

Ben: Whatever, Sammy. Keep cracking jokes.

Walt: I need to pay better attention to my tracking, gentlemen. I’m going to let you go. Be well, be safe.

Ben: Thank you so much for the call, Walt. Stay in touch, please.

Walt: Only if I have to. *hangs up*

Sammy: So, you heard it, kids. If you should happen upon your local weatherman… *sighs* You know, I had a joke here. What should I say if they do see him?

Ben: *flustered* DO NOT LOOK HIM IN THE EYES. Stay calm, get to a phone, and call us at the station.

Sammy: Or a dog catcher. We don’t need a ton of guys to go pick this guy up. He’s dangerous, if not to us, then to himself.

Ben: Call the sheriff’s office, guys. Be safe and be aware of your surroundings.

Sammy: Okay. Let’s take another caller, Ben.

Ben: Let’s do it. Line 9, welcome to King Falls AM with Sammy and Ben.

Troy: Ben, don’t you hang up on me. I’m growin real tired of hearing your little pity party every night. I’m tryin to make this right. Now listen, I’ve got an idea…and it is a good one.

Ben: Ho! That’s a first. Is this you trying to get in my good graces by finding the weatherman?

Troy: I don’t give two shakes of a lambs (censored) about a weatherman, Ben. I just want things to be right with us again.

Ben: There is no us, Troy.

Sammy: Let’s just calm down fellas.

Ben: I’ll make this quick, Sammy. You gonna avenge Serendipity the sugar glider, Troy?

Troy: Oh come on, man. You know I can’t.

Ben: Then this conversation is over. AGAIN. For the last time.

Troy: It’s Christmas time, Ben…or Hanukah, or Kwanza…can’t you find it in your heart to forgive?

Ben: YEAH, I don’t think so. Put me on the naughty list. Bye, Troy.

Troy: There ain’t nothin but friendship goin in your stocking at my house, Ben. I’m gonna fix this, future buddy. You’ll see. *hangs up*

Ben: Don’t look at me like that, Sammy. Let’s take another call.

Sammy: I just think you’re being a little harsh, that’s all. You’re amped up, you’re hanging up on friends of the show, you’re hanging up on listeners.

Ben: Okay, Troy is not a friend of the show…. He’s a friend of the you.

Sammy: Ben…

Ben: Don’t “Bennnn” me, Sammy. Can we just get back to the task at hand?

Sammy: Yes. Folks, if you’d like to get hung up on by us, please give us a call 424 –

Ben: Lucky Line 1! You’re live on the air.

Caller: *talking very fast* Yeah, uh, thanks for taking my call. I’d like to talk about city ordinance 44812-36. Uh, these politicians think they can pull the wool over our eyes again! But some of –

Ben: Sorry to cut you off, sir, but we’ve got to a station emergency happening. Give us a call back next week when councilmen Davidson is on.

Caller: Media Puppet! …. bye.

Sammy: Storm isn’t gonna call in himself, Ben. Maybe we need to take a break and re-group here.

Ben: I’m just worried, man. I don’t think you get how bad this is.

Sammy: I don’t ever get how bad any of this is. Does… skinwalking happen a lot?

Ben: Well, the Hatchineha Indians believed it did. It’s just a scary bedtime story to the King Falls kids I guess, but for the first time I feel like this might be a real thing.

Sammy: Are you sure it’s not just the clowns down at Channel 13? Like, you really believe this?

Ben: I believe that they believe it… and I believe they know more about it than we ever will. Think about it. Just crossing paths with one of these evil ass beings, animals, spirits, what-have-you…and you’re toast. If you look it in the eyes it locks eyes with you then there is no more you.

Sammy: It’s an unsettling thought.

Ben: Skinwalkers, man. Wicked spirits taking the form of different things i.e – news reporters! Looking to just suck the soul right out of you! It’s like pure frickin’ evil! I just want everyone listening to be safe.

Sammy: And I think that’s the main point tonight. Stay safe out there, King Falls. I just don’t like this…

Ben: Yeah, I don’t either!

Sammy: Okay, I’m just trying to grasp this – why do you want to find him? And more to the point, why do you want us to find him?

Ben: Same reason Walt was out there searching for Storm. They say if it’s caught in time, it can be reversed. Not by me, obviously, but if we can of service to the community, why wouldn’t we do what we can?

Sammy: *admired silence* You’re a good dude, Ben Arnold. Folks, sit tight. We’re just gonna take a quick minute or two to get everything- *sudden knock at the door* WHAT THE (CENSORED)

Ben: NOT FUNNY, SAMMY.

Sammy: That wasn’t me! That’s the studio door.

Ben: Uhhhh- RECORDING LIGHT IS ON. GO AWAY.

Sammy: *whispering* Oh yeah, I think that did it. *more loud knocking* Dammit. You wanna get that?

Ben: No!

Sammy: Ben! Okay let’s cut to commercial and we’ll answer the door –

Ben: Do not go to commercial! I want whatever happens to be broadcast out to the masses, man.

Sammy: Oh, that’s a great idea. You gunning for the posthumous Pulitzer?

Ben: I’m just gonna dial up Troy… ya know, just in case.

Sammy: You know what, I’m the new guy. Let me answer the door.

Ben: Probably nothing…Oh, uh, maybe it’s Ron! He’s coming in, remember? Good ol’ scaring-the-bejesus-out-of-us Ron.

Sammy: Somehow, I don’t think this is Ron Begley at our door. Be right back…

Ben: That’s the spirit…take the portable mic with you. Hey, um, Sammy?

Sammy: Don’t. *sounds of Sammy walking and opening the door*

Storm: I ain’t the repo man, General (censored). Not answering the door? That’s some way to treat your brother in news reporting.

Ben: Sammy?!

Sammy: *clears throat* Uh, ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing in the parking lot now with Mr. Storm Sanders, Channel 13’s weatherman –

Storm: Ex-Channel 13. Get it right, Sammy.

Ben: *whispering* Don’t look in his eyes, Sammy.

Storm: What’s that?! Why ain’t you lookin at me, Sammy?

Ben: I’m coming, Sammy. Don’t look, man! *sounds of Ben running to Sammy* Don’t look him in the eyes, Sammy!

Storm: Well, hello to you too, Ben.

Ben: Avert your eyes, Sammy!

Storm: You are a rude piece of work, Ben. Look at me!

Ben: *laughs nervously* Yeah, uh, I’m not gonna do that.

Storm: What the (censored) are you two up to?!

Sammy: Ya know, okay *sighs* after seeing your outburst –

Storm: Is it cold out here to you?

Sammy: Ben – I, uh, we… King Falls, uh… we’re all a little worried that maybe, uh -

Storm: That what?! I ain’t got all night.

Ben: Well… it’s not like you’re gonna make the morning forecast *light laugh*

Storm: That’s uncalled for! But true. Spit it out, Sammy.

Sammy: Well, Ben, me, we…uh, we? We think that –

Storm: Phew, where’s ya thermostat boys?

Sammy: … We’re outside.

Storm: It’s hot as fire out here! Like ya junk once you landed one of Chet’s old ladies. Know what I mean? Are y’all feelin this (censored)?

Sammy: Storm! Focus! Ben thinks that, uh –

Ben: FACE IT, STORM! You’re a skinwalker! You’re a goner, man! Get outta here before you pass your soul eating virus on to us!

Sammy: What he said.

Storm: A skinwalker? A SKINWALKER?! You been lookin for my ass all night in this rinky dink little station just to call me on some voodoo (censored)?! I don’t like the cut of your jib, Ben. And - *faints*

Sammy: He- he just died, right? Is he dead?

Ben: He’s still breathing. What the HELL was that?

Sammy: I’m guessing Storm was going off the reservation and passing out, ladies and gents. *sounds of distant footsteps approaching* Not completely sure what we – WHAT THE- WHO ARE YOU?! What are you doing here?!

Walt: *sighs* Saving your lives. Thank me later. Now, grab his feet.

Ben: Walt?

Walt: That’s all you’ll get…

Ben: If Storm wakes up, don’t look in his eyes, Sammy!

Sammy: You know, I think I’ve got it now. Will you just stop standing there and give us a hand, please?

Ben: (censored) damn Channel 13, man!

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selfish-ff · 8 years ago

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Prologue

Mali

“They have you doing a lot. Why you gotta come all the way out here to do community service?” I let out a breath, while trying to navigate the streets of Cleveland.

“I don’t know, but I’m scared. You can’t leave me out here by myself Lia.” I glanced over at her, then rolled my eyes.

I should’ve been awarded for being the best college roommate. I was missing most of my classes today just to take Olivia to her required community service. The girl had been given an underage ticket the second week of our freshman year.

“Now you know, I’m not about to just leave you when I’m the one that drove you out here. You can’t let this happen again though, Liv. I’m from the hood and I’m not trying to go back.” Olivia looked out the window, and chuckled.

“What you mean go back? We just out here for community service.”

“No one ever told you? The hood will swallow you whole and refuse to spit you out.” I laughed at the fear on her face. “No, but to be honest there’s a lot of love out here you just have to find it.”

“I’m not trying to find nothing. I just need to get this stuff over with and go on with rest of my life.” I nodded in agreement.

I was having trouble finding the Boys & Girls Club where Olivia needed to be. I would have used my GPS but my phone had died. I didn’t know my way around since I wasn’t from Cleveland. I came out here from Atlanta, Georgia for school and to be with my older sisters.

“Lia, you don’t hear that?”

“Huh?” I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Your car is making a weird noise.”

I turned the radio off, and listened closely. I sighed once I heard the cranking noise my car was making. I was given this car on my sixteenth birthday and never had problems with it. It couldn’t have been anything serious so I continue to just drive it off.

“It’s probably nothing…” I shrugged.

Right after I said that my car began to make louder noises, and it slowed down until it came to a complete stop.

“Shit! This can’t be happening!” I shouted, slapping my hands down on the steering wheel.

I stepped out the car looking around to see if anything looked out of place. My tires weren’t flat, so it couldn’t be that. I popped my hood and huffed. I knew nothing about cars so I didn’t even know what to look for.

I threw my head back and closed my eyes. I combed my fingers through my hair as I tried to think about my next move.

“Go knock on someone’s door to see if they can help!” Olivia spoke out the car window.

I didn’t respond, I just slammed my hood down.

I didn’t want to take my anger out on Olivia but we wouldn’t be in this situation if it wasn’t for her irresponsible behavior. Not only are we stuck, but we’re stuck out in the hood. I didn’t know these people out here, and they didn’t know me. That only meant there was no telling how things would turn out.

I walked up to the house we broke down in front of.

I rang the doorbell, and tried to knock through the decorative guard door. Crossing my arms to my chest, tapping my foot on the porch, and looking around at my surroundings. I was waiting impatiently for someone to answer the door.

“Hold on baby, I’m a little older so it takes me some time to open this door.” A soft motherly sound came through the door. My mood instantly changed, and smile lifted on my face.

“It’s okay, take your time…” I replied.

It took her about two minutes to get the door unlocked but I didn’t complain. Once the door was opened my smile grew wider. The small lady glowed like an angel with her sun kissed brown skin and the positive aura that she gave off. She smiled showing off her perfectly white teeth.

“Honey, you selling girl scout cookies? I’ve been waiting for them thangs for a minute now.” I laughed, and shook my head. “Wow honey, you’re the prettiest girl I’ve seen in a while. You can’t be from around here. Are you visiting somebody?”

I stepped back to show my car. Olivia smiled and waved at the lady.

“No ma’am, I was trying to get my friend somewhere and my car broke down in front of your house. I was just seeing if anyone knew about cars, because I surely don’t” We both chuckled.

“Now I don’t even own a car so I don’t know much either. But it’s your lucky day cause one of my grandsons are here. Let me call that boy for you…JUNE!”

“What’s up G-ma?” The grandson shouted back in response. The lady sucked her teeth, and put up a balled-up fist.

“This damn boy…” She grumbled. “Boy, don’t question me! Get your ass in this living room!”

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name…”

“That’s because I didn’t throw it, baby…” I broke out laughing once again, this was the funniest lady I’d ever met. “But you can call me Mama Betsy, honey. What about you and your friend?”

“I’m Mali, but a lot of people call me Lia….and that’s Olivia.” I pointed back at Olivia, who began to wave again. Mama Betsy shook her head, and placed her hand on her hip.

“That girl wouldn’t last a day out here, lets hurry and help ya’ll.” I heard heavy footsteps from behind her, but mama Betsy ignored them as she continued to talk. “I love your name, baby. What made your parents pick that name for you?”

“They named each of their daughters after each country they’ve visited in Africa. I’m Mali, my sisters are Kenya and Libya. I’m the-“

I couldn’t even finish my statement because there was a lump stuck in my throat. I stood frozen in my spot, but my eyes traveled over every part of June’s body. He had the same sun kissed brown skin as mama Betsy. He had full plump lips and beautiful brown eyes. His arched brow and clenched jaw made my lower half come alive. The fact that he was in grey sweatpants without a shirt didn’t make it any better.

“I-I’m Sorry…I ummm…” I stammered, mama Betsy showed a knowing smile. She patted her grandson’s back and looked up at him. He looked from his grandmother then for the first time at me. He looked me over then smirked.

“What you call me for, young lady?” June gave his attention back to his grandmother while putting a shirt on.

“My friend, Mali’s car broke down in front of the house. She needs you to check it out for her. Her and Olivia need to be somewhere so do it quickly baby.” June nodded, and headed out to my car without saying anything to me. I frowned because I thought he would at least introduce himself.

“Him and his brothers are rough around the edges honey, don’t take offense to it. It was nice meeting and talking to you sweetheart. I would like to hear from you in the future. I’m very intrigued about your upbringing after hearing about how your name came about.” She brought me into a hug, and I melted in her arms.

I missed that motherly connection, I hadn’t received any since being in college. My mother was still out in Atlanta, and my sisters were far from motherly figures. This was the best feeling I’d received since being out here.

“I can give you my phone number, and I can take down yours.” I suggested, she smiled while nodding. She went to get a note pad and pen. I wrote my number down and I asked for hers.

“Don’t you have one of those fancy touch screen phones, you can’t put the number in your phone?”

“I do ma’am but it died on our way down here…” I laughed.

“Ya’ll and them phones. Ya’ll don’t treat them right, and they don’t treat ya’ll right. Now I hope you get to your destination safely. Call me if you need anything out here because I know you’re not from here cause mama Betsy would’ve seen you before.”

I assured her that I would before stepping down the porch and heading over to my car.

I shook my head at Olivia being out of the car and being in June’s personal space. I remember her telling me she loved black guys, so she was probably flirting her ass off.

“You live here with your grandma?” I heard her ask once I walked up to the hood of my car. June looked over at me and licked his already moist lips.

“Nah, I don’t live here…” He answered, still looking at me. “Shorty, I don’t know what’s wrong with your whip. This shit gonna have to get towed.”

I began scratching my scalp, I usually did that when I was either annoyed or confused. June dropped the hood of my car and leaned back on it. He stared back at me intensively, my body broke out in chills.

“But, I need to be somewhere in 30 minutes.” Olivia cried, like a big baby. June looked at Olivia for the first time and chuckled.

“What you out here in my hood for Elsa?” I covered my mouth to stop myself from laughing at June’s joke. Olivia frowned, and stomped her foot like a brat.

“I need to get to the Boys & Girls Club…”

June nodded, pushing himself off the hood of his car.

“I’ll ride ya’ll over there, but ya’ll need to call the towing company to get ya’ll shit from in front of my G-ma’s house.” I nodded, I was still stuck on how fine he was. It was like his presence called for my silence and my admiration. “Damn shorty, do you talk? We know your friend does cause she hasn’t stopped.”

“What you want me to say?” I asked shyly, and he grinned ear to ear. I saw Olivia roll her eyes. She hated that I was getting all the attention.

“What’s your name, baby?”

“Mali, but people call me Lia…” He stroked his chin hair, and gazed into my eyes. I almost fainted from how intense this man was.

“Well Lia, I don’t like that nickname shit. I’m going to call you by your government, aight?” I looked away and took in a deep breath. He was definitely killing me but in a weirdly good way.

He gripped my chin and turned me back to him “and don’t ever look away from me. You’re too sexy to be on that insecure shit.”

“Can we go on before I miss my community service hour?” Olivia interrupted. June looked over at her and laughed.

“Yeah, follow me.”

We followed behind June to a nice ass beamer that was parked behind mama Betsy’s house. It was so fucking clean, you could see your reflection.

Olivia bumped pass me to get to the passenger door, being extra per usual. I rolled my eyes and slid into the back seat. June turned on the car, and Migos new album blared out of the speakers. It startled Olivia, she screamed, that’s what she gets.

June went over the speeding limit, passing cars as if this was a game of Grand Theft Auto. He slowed down a little when his phone rang throughout the car. He turned off the Bluetooth and placed his phone to his ear.

“Man, what you want?” He turned the music up a little, probably to block us from hearing his conversation. “I told you I’ll be over there in an hour, stop fucking call me.” He groaned, before pressing the end button.

“Was that your girlfriend or something?” I slapped my hand on my forehead out of embarrassment.

The girl asked way too many damn question.

“Shorty, don’t be questioning me, aight? I don’t know your ass.” June mugged Olivia.

June stopped in front of the Boys & Girls Club center, putting his car in park. He went into his pocket and pulled out a knot of money. My eyes bulged as he handed it to me.

“This something for ya’ll. Call an Uber to get you back where you need to go and to pay for the towing company.” I furrowed my brows while staring down at the money in my hand.

“This is way more than what we need, June.”

“Then go get your hair and nails done too Mali, I don’t know.” He shrugged nonchalantly. I wanted to argue with him. But by just getting to know June within this hour or so I could tell that he didn’t take any shit. It wouldn’t have been a good move.

“Thank you, June.” I spoke while getting out of the car. Olivia followed behind me, and we headed up to the center. June waited until we got inside before he drove off.

“I guess he wasn’t feeling you as much as you thought cause he didn’t even ask you for your number.” Olivia bitterly spoke while we signed up to volunteer today. I don’t remember telling her I thought he was feeling me.

But, then I really thought about it. Maybe she was right…

He didn’t ask for my number, so he couldn’t have been feeling me.

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dwestfieldblog · 6 years ago

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SPIRITUAL EMERGENCIES

Its been a hard nights day and I've been working like a God...Centring my chi by ( ) in conjunction with a little ( ) on Sundays but don't try this at home unless you have some. Under the influence but not persuaded, with no choice other than to follow my free will. 350 songs recorded in Prague (about a third of them are good enough) over a very long weekend and now ready to go again...Last month I heard my own voice in a dream saying 'Death is my second home', so perhaps another temporary close-down is coming. Hope that paragraph was pretentious enough. If not...meditating on 'The First law of thermodynamics...No energy in the universe is created and none is destroyed'. So all is well...

The recent magnificent Wargames with Russia and China...300 thousand men, (that's a lot) many fields of tanks and nautical miles filled with battleships, necessary because of (according to a joint statement from the protagonists) 'dangerous times' and 'unstable situations'. Reminds me of Bill Hicks quoting George Bush the older (the CIA president) saying 'The world is a dangerous place'...'yeah, thanks to YOU, quit arming the world!'. But this time around, these unstable situations are being more egged on and supported by Russia, gleefully supported as always by all those those make weapons. Trump is not the 'human' being to slow this down. Nature abhors a vacuum and she is rushing now to fill various empty heart/mind and soulless actions made by various leaders with processes of an irreversible...well... nature...Only '12 years' left now to avert climate change disaster...your newborns this year might very well inherit a desert. Well, if it was good enough for the Israelites...

Climate change debates witter on by men in suits flown in at great carbon footprint expense to sit around expensive South American wood tables and agree that time itself is running out. While those that disagree with them only do so because of well paying vested interests in the industries which drain, burn, drill and destroy. Human beings are like gangsters holed up and surrounded by the law, determined to take the hostages and cops with them when they go in a blaze of glory, just so they don't die alone. Reliance on coal continues, the need for oil because of ... 'lifestyle choices'...(ego)... back to RAW again...

'As soon as they find out how to put a meter between us and the sun, only then will we have clean energy.'

There is a very special circle of Hell reserved for the Barons of black gold, where they burn alive forever, lit by oil. And another circle for those mapping the human genome and copyrighting it so they can make billions from various medicines and procedures, holding the masses to ransom. Peace will occur either when it is more profitable than arms dealing or when there is absolute silence of death on the human side. How many people do you know who are neither whore nor pimp? Or both.

The purpose of existence is (NB. seems to me in my current long running reality tunnel to be) evolution...and as with self programming artificial intelligence, there is a type of instinctive logic which suggests that as any chain is as strong as its' weakest link...and the mass of humanity appears to be working against evolving, then nature will just erase us and get on with creating her own new thang without the apes. Quite right too. The universe is (seems to be) 'non simultaneously apprehended events and interacting processing' but until I pick the free crop of magic mushrooms in the mystic forest this late October month, I will just take RAW's cosmic trigger words for it. (The lousy alchemist cook says make sure they are washed and/or dried right. Vomiting mould covered nipple tops before any hallucinogenic gets into the blood proper is very little fun. Learning, or not from experience in the face of common sense is always a hoot. Ask my liver. ) Anyway...let's be Sirius...

'News'...Nick Clegg is to take over the Facebook worries. (Head of Global Policy and Communications in Silicon Valley) Nick Clegg. This shows JUST how much Zuckerberg gives a damn eh? Useless/Hopeless. For those who don't know or remember, some years ago Clegg was the leader of the Liberal Party in Britain who swore he would never allow an increase in University fees if he were ever Prime Minister. After the election 'win' of David Cameron and the Conservatives, (only made possible with the Liberals siding with them) it took about two weeks before he was forced to go back on his word and toe the line of his bigger coalition partner. (Can't have an easily affordable education, that would be dangerous) A weak and easily breakable man. Expect Facebook to go on paying even less tax, abusing your private information and allowing Russia et al free rein to influence the populace.

Nice to see the half a million march against Brexit in London. Will accomplish nothing but good that some people woke up before the face of this bullshit a few days later... 'Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks.....a eagle mewing her mighty youth'...Geoffrey Cox QC, the Attorney General invoking Milton at the Tory conference. Winston Churchill defined success as the 'ability to move from failure to failure without any loss of enthusiasm'. So, well done and three cheers boys..good luck with making Britain Great again. I would truly love to be proved wrong...but...

'In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice...and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance, a vendetta...held not as a votive in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose.' ...V for Vendetta via Hugo Weaving in an Anonymous Guy Fawkes mask. My other favourite quote from that film is.....

'And thus I clothe my naked villainy with odd old ends stolen forth from holy writ and seem a saint when most I play the devil.' Richard III by the real Shakespeare, which covers just about every politician and religious leader, bar a very very precious few. God may be great but he's not as fat as Buddha. And anyway, belief narrows reality tunnels. Which for some people, makes them feel stronger...

In October, Alternative fur (that's fur with an umlaut over the 'u', not the sexy animal hair which is so nice to stroke or be stroked by but I digress. Arf.) Germany... suggested quite firmly that middle school children report to them if any of their teachers said bad things about the new patriotic Nazi swine. Nothing dubious there, no harking back to cruel and better days of the old 'thousand year' Reich and denouncing intellectuals and subversives at all. A month before that, because of hearing shouting, I looked out of my own window one afternoon to see a six foot six skinhead, in army clothes and big black leather boots on a balcony opposite, drunk and rousingly crying out about Deutschland for five minutes in German to his mates in the kitchen behind him as he clasped a beer can. Perhaps he was only joking. Unlikely the grandmother living alone and above his flat thought so. And as for the massive shaven headed Slovak steroid monsters with tattoos on their necks who shout at each other in conversation even when both are sitting two feet away, their biggest insult to their tiny two old kids is to angrily shout 'Little gypsy!' at them when they do something wrong. All together now;Hail Victory! Fnord.

A bad death of a murdered journalist in the Saudi Arabian embassy in Turkey... followed by a lovely picture in the papers of smiling Crown Prince Bin Salman with Jared Kusher (a walking cypher of wrong cleanliness and evil married to Trump's daughter) No wonder it is yet another bastard thing for Trump to hope the connections all vanish from..as he gently damns the killing of a critic of the very royal prince while tweeting endless vitriol against the third estate in the USA. And Donald's glorious tit for tat bollocks about the old nuclear bilateral agreement with Russia... 'Well THEY started it, so we will react...ad infinitum'. Back to the happy days of being able to wipe out the planet seventy times over and rational cold war paranoia...at some point a computer will finally analyse all probable outcomes for the last time and find the one way in which a nuclear war could be won with minimal death on the home side. The computer it will say 'Go for it alpha monkeys'.

'How long o lord, how long? How low do you have to stoop in this country to be president?' Hunter S Thompson, Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail 1972. (About Nixon, but ever more relevant by the day.)

Of course the masochistic paranoia of leaders will continue to find new and further devious outlets, displays and new laws...all the usual countries (IE all of them) behaving as if they can get away with murder forever. Forever, these days, is most likely shorter than a generation, unless there is already a dynasty of cruelty in place, where the buck/baton/cattle prod is passed down as an heirloom of death. Communication never gets to the top because underlings are scared to tell their bosses the truth in case the sweethearts are offended and kill them. (Meow and woof.)

*'The machine is running the engineers' Lenin on his deathbed. Communism, huh?

China's 'voluntary' organ donor scheme. Harvested from enemies of the state...70,000 annual operations...Got the money? Need a new liver? Sort you out in a fortnight, NO waiting list. Not suspicious at all, unless you are a doctor from another country looking into the massive amount of operations and the far smaller published donor lists. Hopefully, those rich enough to afford the instant new transplants will be better, peaceful people when they have their new tee total vegetarian Falun Gong organs in place. Whereas those with less to spend will have to make do with their internal workings run by other very involuntary donations made by dissidents who dared the high insult of comparing the 'president for life' to Winnie the Pooh.

Primum non nocere, you bastards. The Hippocratic Oath replaced by a hypocritical medical ideology of murder for profit. The state does not help the healthcare 'system' much, if at all, so the military hospitals with easy access to prisoners can get to work stealing what is needed from living bodies. Those arrested who do not give their names and places of birth for fear of involving their families are simple to vanish. They ceased to exist the moment they were caught. Download the report, written by two Canadians, one a former Crown prosecutor and the other a Human Rights Lawyer and make up your own mind as to the veracity. 'The Middle Kingdom between Heaven and Earth', the land which brought the world Taoism and Confucianism...

www.organharvestinvestigation.net

Take the time and read the report. Then ask yourself, if your children, parents or close friends needed a transplant to save their life (and you could afford a fast Chinese military hospital operation) would you truly care where the organ came from as long as it was healthy? If it was only for you, would you still take it, knowing where it had been stolen from or would you allow your own destiny to be? Desperation is one sure-fire test of the perception of morality.

*Ever notice all those t shirts, sweat shirts and bags with those certain cool slogans on? 'Happy to be an individual', 'My style is my choice', 'My freedom is my world', 'The end justifies the means'. Etc. Take a very cold and realistic guess as to where they are made and by whom and under what conditions. That's right.

I appear to live (temporarily) in a world where a printed sign on the inside of a toilet door needs to say in two languages 'First unlock the door then turn handle'. That's right kids/adults, you have to be able to open a door before you open it. Almost Zen wisdom but hardly rocket science or brain surgery. Stuff you learn at about the age of three. I have lost count (triple figures now) of how many customers in a certain shop I have seen standing next to a big, clearly printed sign on the counter to 'ring for service', watching them get ever more impatient as those who are working hard behind the scenes remain deaf and blind to their existence. And signs on the front door, inside and outside also in two languages, asking customers to please close the door. A third of them never do, even in heavy winter. The evil within me takes a savage glee at the depth of stupidity of these shameless idiots. The pathetic being within rejoices that he is not quite as dumb as these retarded bipeds and the fake existentialist feels a sweeping wave of sheer galactic horror. But...

Back to the litany once again and forever...quality over quantity. I have optimism for the few. They/you WILL make it. You will create it and become it. As long as you understand how to open a f...ing door, you are halfway there.

'Whoever can scare people enough (produce bio-survival anxiety) can sell them quickly on any verbal map which seems to give them relief. i.e. cure the anxiety. By frightening people with Hell and then offering them Salvation, the most ignorant or crooked individuals can 'sell' a whole system of thought that cannot bear two minutes of rational analysis. Robert Anton Wilson, Prometheus Rising.

And once the child/adult is afraid enough, they will follow the substitute parent/s, kept pliant and submissive by further shocks administered to their truly nervous system with the promise of support or threat of punishment. Shame forever without mercy on those outside the mainstream of politics and organised religion who maintain such deeply manipulative systems in the pretence of setting the tender initiates 'free'. You should be a positive alternative, not more of the same poison.

'You gave your life to be the person you are now. Was it worth it?' Richard Bach.Running from Saftey.

Onwards and inwards, sidestepping the unnecessary. You are your thoughts,'Reality' is personal, subjective and shaped by Will, the Love you come from and the Love you create. Happy everything/Sol Invictus to you and survive the long winter. Hibernate if needed, stay warm, learning and free...

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